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 Gambia and from Spokane.
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 1962 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 linndrum 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 Cluster to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Ponytail. All the underground hits.
All Sandy B tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fatback Band record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 an arpeggiator and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Shoche record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Martian,
The Music Machine,
Eurythmics,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Fear,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Vainqueur,
Animal Collective,
Motorama,
Nas,
The Gladiators,
The Smoke,
Pantytec,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Pagans,
Black Bananas,
Stetsasonic,
Chris & Cosey,
Clear Light,
Don Cherry,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Arcadia,
Moby Grape,
Cybotron,
Groovy Waters,
Jandek,
Rufus Thomas,
The Sonics,
Piero Umiliani,
Tommy Roe,
Boz Scaggs,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Knickerbockers,
Gang of Four,
The Last Poets,
Banda Bassotti,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Wire,
Funkadelic,
The Monochrome Set,
10cc,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Move,
Agitation Free,
Electric Prunes,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
the Fania All-Stars,
Pussy Galore,
Qualms,
Trumans Water,
Moebius,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Delon & Dalcan,
Robert Wyatt,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Ponytail,
Bizarre Inc.,
Judy Mowatt,
The Durutti Column, The Durutti Column, The Durutti Column, The Durutti Column.
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.