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 Turkmenistan and from Jakarta.
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 1966 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 harpsichord 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 Lizzy Mercier Descloux to the techno kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Crash Course in Science. All the underground hits.
All Sonic Youth tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Crooked Eye record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Infiniti record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Beasts of Bourbon,
Ultimate Spinach,
Arab on Radar,
The Birthday Party,
The Fire Engines,
It's A Beautiful Day,
10cc,
Fear,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Neil Young,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Johnny Clarke,
Model 500,
Grandmaster Flash,
Hardrive,
Curtis Mayfield,
Rites of Spring,
Kurtis Blow,
Chrome,
China Crisis,
Andrew Hill,
Gang Gang Dance,
Gong,
Gabor Szabo,
Soul II Soul,
Ponytail,
Bronski Beat,
Alton Ellis,
Underground Resistance,
Mars,
New Age Steppers,
Ten City,
Charles Mingus,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Gories,
The Moleskins,
Darondo,
The Sound,
Aaron Thompson,
Porter Ricks,
Marc Almond,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Peter & Gordon,
Ralphi Rosario,
D'Angelo,
Nick Fraelich,
Joyce Sims,
Aloha Tigers,
Flipper,
Scientists,
The Busters,
The Sonics,
Goldenarms,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Detroit Cobras,
Toni Rubio,
Todd Terry,
Juan Atkins,
Mr. Review,
Eve St. Jones,
Marcia Griffiths,
Kevin Saunderson,
Davy DMX, Davy DMX, Davy DMX, Davy DMX.
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.