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 Sri Lanka and from Mumbai.
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 1965 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Simply Red to the jazz 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 Subhumans. All the underground hits.
All Tom Boy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dennis Brown 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Scott Walker,
Mary Jane Girls,
Q and Not U,
Wolf Eyes,
Alison Limerick,
Urselle,
Jacques Brel,
Erasure,
Pole,
Fela Kuti,
One Last Wish,
Vainqueur,
Monolake,
Rosa Yemen,
Quantec,
Alice Coltrane,
The Mojo Men,
Barry Ungar,
Kenny Larkin,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Last Poets,
Sun Ra,
Sarah Menescal,
Los Fastidios,
Boz Scaggs,
The Selecter,
Hoover,
The Shadows of Knight,
Joe Finger,
Thompson Twins,
China Crisis,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Skaos,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Divine Comedy,
Model 500,
Kerri Chandler,
The Grass Roots,
Rod Modell,
Camouflage,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Sonny Sharrock,
Curtis Mayfield,
Joey Negro,
Jeff Mills,
The Martian,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Second Layer,
The Slackers,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Slits,
Loose Ends,
Kevin Saunderson,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Trumans Water,
Zero Boys,
L. Decosne,
Oblivians,
Glambeats Corp., Glambeats Corp., Glambeats Corp., Glambeats Corp..
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.