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 Columbus.
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 1961 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 clarinet 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 Dual Sessions to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Marine Girls. All the underground hits.
All Big Daddy Kane tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jesper Dahlback record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 a linndrum and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Adolescents record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gil Scott Heron,
Rakim,
Dual Sessions,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Metal Thangz,
Todd Rundgren,
Sound Behaviour,
Alphaville,
Royal Trux,
Spoonie Gee,
Theoretical Girls,
Roger Hodgson,
Kayak,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Susan Cadogan,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Bronski Beat,
These Immortal Souls,
Jawbox,
Ken Boothe,
Leonard Cohen,
Roxy Music,
Drexciya,
Bobby Sherman,
Half Japanese,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Ronan,
The Smiths,
Man Eating Sloth,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
John Cale,
The Fugs,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Lou Christie,
Sex Pistols,
a-ha,
D'Angelo,
The Residents,
Kaleidoscope,
The Durutti Column,
Zapp,
Sam Rivers,
The Raincoats,
Sonic Youth,
Black Sheep,
The Modern Lovers,
Lyres,
Pole,
The Gladiators,
The Monks,
R.M.O.,
Camberwell Now,
Talk Talk,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Nico,
Hasil Adkins,
Depeche Mode,
Ohio Players,
Arcadia,
Surgeon,
Harry Pussy,
Piero Umiliani,
Todd Terry, Todd Terry, Todd Terry, Todd Terry.
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.