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 Mauritania 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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 clarinet 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 Gang of Four to the disco kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Dark Day. All the underground hits.
All Big Daddy Kane tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Joy Division 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Teenage Jesus and the Jerks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Stockholm Monsters,
Kaleidoscope,
cv313,
Lyres,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Susan Cadogan,
Yazoo,
MC5,
Carl Craig,
Joe Finger,
Lebanon Hanover,
Aaron Thompson,
Shoche,
Sonic Youth,
The Young Rascals,
Desert Stars,
The Doobie Brothers,
Soft Machine,
Marvin Gaye,
Zero Boys,
Man Parrish,
Spoonie Gee,
Skaos,
Wolf Eyes,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Pierre Henry,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Invisible,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Deakin,
Eden Ahbez,
The Names,
The Divine Comedy,
the Fania All-Stars,
Juan Atkins,
Massinfluence,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Avey Tare,
The J.B.'s,
Brand Nubian,
Visage,
David Bowie,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Aloha Tigers,
Funky Four + One,
Eddi Front,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Audionom,
The Evens,
Eurythmics,
Swans,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Dave Clark Five,
Pylon,
Black Sheep,
Jeff Mills,
Agitation Free, Agitation Free, Agitation Free, Agitation Free.
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.