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 Palau and from Edmonton.
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 1963 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 synthesizer 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 Peter & Gordon to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 The Evens. All the underground hits.
All Gang Starr tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jandek 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a FM Einheit record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Electric Prunes,
Donald Byrd,
Magazine,
Camberwell Now,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Basic Channel,
Nik Kershaw,
The Walker Brothers,
Lucky Dragons,
The Names,
Curtis Mayfield,
Black Bananas,
The Red Krayola,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Maleditus Sound,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Throbbing Gristle,
Q and Not U,
The Grass Roots,
Harmonia,
Joyce Sims,
Lungfish,
Gang of Four,
Matthew Bourne,
Johnny Clarke,
Simply Red,
Black Moon,
Brothers Johnson,
CMW,
KRS-One,
World's Most,
Boz Scaggs,
The Sound,
Amazonics,
Ponytail,
Zapp,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Lakeside,
Matthew Halsall,
Little Man,
Don Cherry,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Thee Headcoats,
Shoche,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Vladislav Delay,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Faust,
Rotary Connection,
Marshall Jefferson,
Eli Mardock,
Sex Pistols,
Kurtis Blow,
a-ha,
Alphaville,
Stiv Bators,
Gerry Rafferty,
Royal Trux,
The United States of America, The United States of America, The United States of America, The United States of America.
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.