Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Spain and from Houston.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Throbbing Gristle show in London.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1967 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977 at the first Human League practice in a loft in Sheffield.
I was working on the arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing L. Decosne to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by David Bowie. All the underground hits.
All Public Enemy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rufus Thomas record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a FM Einheit record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fluxion,
Ronnie Foster,
Marine Girls,
Arab on Radar,
Jeff Mills,
Y Pants,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Black Bananas,
Hoover,
The Slackers,
John Foxx,
Rotary Connection,
Jimmy McGriff,
Roy Ayers,
Mission of Burma,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Zeros,
The Golliwogs,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Hot Snakes,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Martian,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Wake,
Swans,
The Move,
The Blackbyrds,
Guru Guru,
Make Up,
Ken Boothe,
Gang of Four,
Magma,
Vladislav Delay,
Scrapy,
The Vogues,
Big Daddy Kane,
Quando Quango,
Sarah Menescal,
Blancmange,
the Soft Cell,
Sight & Sound,
The Grass Roots,
The Dead C,
Albert Ayler,
Deakin,
Howard Jones,
Toni Rubio,
Steve Hackett,
Reuben Wilson,
Fatback Band,
Dual Sessions,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Lou Reed,
Desert Stars,
Harry Pussy,
Soft Cell,
Davy DMX,
Joe Smooth,
Letta Mbulu,
Eddi Front,
Massinfluence,
Motorama, Motorama, Motorama, Motorama.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.