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 Oman and from Glasgow.
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 1968 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 güiro 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 Fort Wilson Riot to the funk 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 Larry & the Blue Notes. All the underground hits.
All Public Image Ltd. tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Selector Dub Narcotic 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Royal Family And The Poor record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Joyce Sims,
David Axelrod,
MDC,
The Standells,
The J.B.'s,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Eric B and Rakim,
Underground Resistance,
Scrapy,
10cc,
The Remains,
Andrew Hill,
Procol Harum,
Boz Scaggs,
Grandmaster Flash,
Mary Jane Girls,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Moss Icon,
Piero Umiliani,
Tomorrow,
Clear Light,
The Barracudas,
Excepter,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Knickerbockers,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
EPMD,
Kurtis Blow,
Dead Boys,
Donny Hathaway,
E-Dancer,
Sister Nancy,
cv313,
The Fugs,
Model 500,
Negative Approach,
Joe Smooth,
Yellowson,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Hot Snakes,
Kas Product,
The Evens,
China Crisis,
OOIOO,
Cluster,
Young Marble Giants,
Public Image Ltd.,
Mark Hollis,
Sällskapet,
Todd Rundgren,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Red Krayola,
The Tremeloes,
Davy DMX,
Howard Jones,
Anakelly,
Dual Sessions,
Sixth Finger,
Television,
Liaisons Dangereuses, Liaisons Dangereuses, Liaisons Dangereuses, Liaisons Dangereuses.
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.