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 Comoros and from Lille.
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 1965 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 mellotron 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 The Dead C to the rap kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Visage. All the underground hits.
All China Crisis tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Second Layer 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Terror Squad Feat. Camron record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Man Parrish,
CMW,
Bluetip,
New Order,
Quando Quango,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Litter,
Black Flag,
The Skatalites,
Newcleus,
Depeche Mode,
New York Dolls,
Minnie Riperton,
Maleditus Sound,
Pantytec,
Piero Umiliani,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Harmonia,
The Zeros,
Skriet,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Barracudas,
Girls At Our Best!,
Donald Byrd,
Jacob Miller,
Index,
Johnny Clarke,
the Germs,
The Cowsills,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Masters at Work,
John Coltrane,
Joe Finger,
China Crisis,
Juan Atkins,
Q and Not U,
Erykah Badu,
The Vogues,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Tomorrow,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Japan,
Faraquet,
Moebius,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
June Days,
L. Decosne,
Y Pants,
B.T. Express,
Lalo Schifrin,
Malaria!,
Rapeman,
Kas Product,
Lou Reed,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Au Pairs,
The American Breed,
FM Einheit,
Half Japanese,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
June of 44,
Deepchord, Deepchord, Deepchord, Deepchord.
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.