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 Georgia 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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Parry Music to the rap 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 Slave. All the underground hits.
All Gang Green tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Radiopuhelimet record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 mellotron and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Basic Channel record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Half Japanese,
Mad Mike,
The United States of America,
Chrome,
Slave,
Fort Wilson Riot,
ABBA,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Second Layer,
Yellowson,
Mantronix,
Organ,
Procol Harum,
Grandmaster Flash,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Searchers,
Adolescents,
The Trojans,
8 Eyed Spy,
Deadbeat,
Kevin Saunderson,
Bobby Womack,
Eric Copeland,
Pantytec,
Icehouse,
Los Fastidios,
Josef K,
The Smiths,
Gang of Four,
The Real Kids,
Yaz,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Rotary Connection,
Severed Heads,
Man Parrish,
Roger Hodgson,
Nik Kershaw,
Fifty Foot Hose,
KRS-One,
Fat Boys,
Terry Callier,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Mo-Dettes,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Mission of Burma,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Yusef Lateef,
Depeche Mode,
Newcleus,
The Angels of Light,
John Coltrane,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Anthony Braxton,
The Tremeloes,
Saccharine Trust,
The Pop Group,
Deepchord,
Erasure,
The Fall,
Judy Mowatt, Judy Mowatt, Judy Mowatt, Judy Mowatt.
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.