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 Uganda and from Paris.
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 1969 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Toronto.
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 1977 at the first Human League practice in a loft in Sheffield.
I was working on the marimba 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 Moss Icon to the rock 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 Amon Düül II. All the underground hits.
All David Axelrod tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Public Enemy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bluetip record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Soulsonic Force,
X-Ray Spex,
This Heat,
the Germs,
Metal Thangz,
the Sonics,
Magma,
Spandau Ballet,
China Crisis,
Kas Product,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Index,
Swell Maps,
The Tremeloes,
David Bowie,
Darondo,
Ronan,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Dead C,
Robert Wyatt,
Lalo Schifrin,
Harpers Bizarre,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
AZ,
Vladislav Delay,
Fad Gadget,
Sister Nancy,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Flamin' Groovies,
Slick Rick,
Aswad,
Tropical Tobacco,
Morten Harket,
Outsiders,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Clear Light,
The Slackers,
Section 25,
Warren Ellis,
Accadde A,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Fela Kuti,
Nick Fraelich,
Jerry's Kids,
Silicon Teens,
Joensuu 1685,
Archie Shepp,
Scan 7,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Yusef Lateef,
Japan,
Big Daddy Kane,
Anakelly,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Ponytail,
Boogie Down Productions,
A Certain Ratio,
Amon Düül II,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Divine Comedy,
Model 500, Model 500, Model 500, Model 500.
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.