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 Ivory Coast and from Copenhagen.
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 1969 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Arab on Radar to the rap kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 The Cosmic Jokers. All the underground hits.
All Index tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Red Lorry Yellow Lorry record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 mellotron and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Todd Terry record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Flash Fearless,
48th St. Collective,
Minnie Riperton,
D'Angelo,
Visage,
Television,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Roger Hodgson,
Vladislav Delay,
Warren Ellis,
World's Most,
Chris Corsano,
The Barracudas,
Arab on Radar,
10cc,
Silicon Teens,
Bill Near,
the Slits,
Shuggie Otis,
Michelle Simonal,
Bobby Byrd,
Echospace,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Ten City,
Surgeon,
The Slits,
Sun Ra,
Andrew Hill,
Mantronix,
the Fania All-Stars,
Man Parrish,
Arcadia,
Mars,
Cheater Slicks,
Ice-T,
Kerrie Biddell,
Spandau Ballet,
Deakin,
Unrelated Segments,
Accadde A,
Subhumans,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Dead C,
Bill Wells,
Aaron Thompson,
Jimmy McGriff,
Wolf Eyes,
Vainqueur,
These Immortal Souls,
The Index,
The Zeros,
Marc Almond,
Marshall Jefferson,
Lindisfarne,
Rod Modell,
The Evens,
Mad Mike,
Newcleus,
Mission of Burma,
the Sonics,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell, N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell, N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell, N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell.
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.