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 Gabon and from Sao Paulo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 Nile Rodgers 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 Techniques to the rap kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Flesh Eaters. All the underground hits.
All The Knickerbockers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fela Kuti 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Throbbing Gristle record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Brand Nubian,
Smog,
The Gap Band,
Bill Wells,
Iggy Pop,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Fugs,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Symarip,
Intrusion,
Angry Samoans,
Susan Cadogan,
Amon Düül,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Mad Mike,
Stetsasonic,
Radiopuhelimet,
Harmonia,
China Crisis,
Bizarre Inc.,
In Retrospect,
The Slits,
Mars,
Jeff Mills,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Saccharine Trust,
Joensuu 1685,
Adolescents,
Roger Hodgson,
The Young Rascals,
Colin Newman,
Gang Green,
the Swans,
Young Marble Giants,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Mandrill,
Altered Images,
Khruangbin,
Man Parrish,
the Sonics,
Malaria!,
New Age Steppers,
Technova,
Gil Scott Heron,
Stiv Bators,
Spoonie Gee,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Aswad,
Panda Bear,
The United States of America,
The Human League,
Flash Fearless,
Little Man,
Bluetip,
The Barracudas,
Surgeon,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Goldenarms,
Deakin,
Wire,
Wings,
Basic Channel, Basic Channel, Basic Channel, Basic Channel.
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.