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 Ireland and from New York.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
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 1960 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 1975 at the first Throbbing Gristle practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Minor Threat to the grime 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 Marmalade. All the underground hits.
All Siouxsie and the Banshees tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sandy B 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Amazonics record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fluxion,
Absolute Body Control,
Quadrant,
Mary Jane Girls,
Cal Tjader,
Dark Day,
Reuben Wilson,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Deadbeat,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Janne Schatter,
Alton Ellis,
Blossom Toes,
Fela Kuti,
The Smiths,
OOIOO,
Desert Stars,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Surgeon,
Sandy B,
The Invisible,
Roxy Music,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Ohio Players,
Scrapy,
Ultra Naté,
MDC,
Sunsets and Hearts,
A Flock of Seagulls,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Porter Ricks,
Junior Murvin,
Grey Daturas,
The Gladiators,
Gabor Szabo,
One Last Wish,
The Victims,
Spoonie Gee,
Minny Pops,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Groovy Waters,
Darondo,
Kaleidoscope,
the Slits,
Magazine,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Modern Lovers,
X-101,
Sun Ra,
Motorama,
Nils Olav,
Laurel Aitken,
Supertramp,
Vainqueur,
Can,
Skarface,
The Gap Band,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Johnny Osbourne,
DNA,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Connie Case, Connie Case, Connie Case, Connie Case.
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.