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 the UAE and from Tehran.
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 1967 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 guitar 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 Major Organ And The Adding Machine to the grime kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Desert Stars. All the underground hits.
All Agitation Free tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Terrestrial Tones record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 marimba and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Music Machine,
Q and Not U,
Los Fastidios,
Marshall Jefferson,
Pole,
Aaron Thompson,
Rod Modell,
Urselle,
Peter & Gordon,
Royal Trux,
The Fortunes,
Jacob Miller,
The Doors,
Fat Boys,
Talk Talk,
Girls At Our Best!,
Rosa Yemen,
New York Dolls,
Thee Headcoats,
ABBA,
Heaven 17,
Toni Rubio,
Ossler,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Sonics,
Scan 7,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Soulsonic Force,
The Invisible,
Trumans Water,
The Mummies,
The Blues Magoos,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Gang Gang Dance,
DJ Sneak,
Roy Ayers,
cv313,
Quantec,
LL Cool J,
Country Teasers,
The Selecter,
Liliput,
the Soft Cell,
Outsiders,
The Slackers,
Slave,
Lungfish,
Technova,
Nils Olav,
Theoretical Girls,
Circle Jerks,
The Modern Lovers,
Smog,
Y Pants,
KRS-One,
New Order,
Dave Gahan,
The Detroit Cobras,
Monks,
48th St. Collective, 48th St. Collective, 48th St. Collective, 48th St. Collective.
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.