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 Ecuador and from Winnipeg.
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 1961 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 mellotron 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 The Mighty Diamonds to the rock kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Lalann. All the underground hits.
All Derrick May tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Danielle Patucci record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Eyeless In Gaza record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
World's Most,
Johnny Osbourne,
Joe Smooth,
Little Man,
Mantronix,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Remains,
Jawbox,
Public Image Ltd.,
Spoonie Gee,
La Düsseldorf,
Marcia Griffiths,
Mr. Review,
Country Teasers,
Freddie Wadling,
The Moleskins,
Infiniti,
The Move,
Amazonics,
Sixth Finger,
Matthew Bourne,
Boredoms,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Sound Behaviour,
Soul Sonic Force,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Harmonia,
Nik Kershaw,
Glambeats Corp.,
Hot Snakes,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Oblivians,
Flipper,
Crispy Ambulance,
Rapeman,
Drexciya,
Amon Düül II,
Scratch Acid,
Radiopuhelimet,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Yazoo,
Pantytec,
Cal Tjader,
Bobby Byrd,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Monks,
the Normal,
Wings,
Robert Hood,
Saccharine Trust,
Eden Ahbez,
Andrew Hill,
Bobby Womack,
Model 500,
Fat Boys,
Moss Icon,
Gang Green, Gang Green, Gang Green, Gang Green.
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.