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 Bangladesh and from Edmonton.
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 1960 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 oboe 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 Pagans to the rap kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Kerrie Biddell. All the underground hits.
All Laurel Aitken tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tropical Tobacco 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bill Wells record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Black Dice,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Mandrill,
Godley & Creme,
The Residents,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Royal Trux,
Minutemen,
The Velvet Underground,
Visage,
The Skatalites,
The Pop Group,
Accadde A,
The Fall,
Cecil Taylor,
The Divine Comedy,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Mo-Dettes,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Black Flag,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Barracudas,
Half Japanese,
Absolute Body Control,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Silicon Teens,
the Soft Cell,
Laurel Aitken,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Qualms,
Chris & Cosey,
Zero Boys,
Ice-T,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Drive Like Jehu,
Moss Icon,
Outsiders,
Gichy Dan,
The Gun Club,
Mr. Review,
Fluxion,
Kas Product,
F. McDonald,
The Walker Brothers,
The Happenings,
Boredoms,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Howard Jones,
Roger Hodgson,
The Wake,
Sam Rivers,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Gang Gang Dance,
Faraquet,
Eurythmics,
Alison Limerick,
the Germs,
Scratch Acid,
Dark Day,
Subhumans,
Alton Ellis, Alton Ellis, Alton Ellis, Alton Ellis.
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.