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 Honduras and from Milan.
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 1965 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 theremin 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 Country Teasers to the grunge 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 Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson. All the underground hits.
All Man Parrish tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pantytec record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Radiohead record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sparks,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Boredoms,
Erykah Badu,
Fat Boys,
Scientists,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Sex Pistols,
Warsaw,
Mary Jane Girls,
Bobby Womack,
James White and The Blacks,
Con Funk Shun,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Scrapy,
ABBA,
Terry Callier,
June Days,
Dorothy Ashby,
Hashim,
The J.B.'s,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Monks,
Procol Harum,
The Fall,
The Walker Brothers,
China Crisis,
Michelle Simonal,
Faraquet,
Chris Corsano,
The Skatalites,
The Offenders,
Vladislav Delay,
Kayak,
Rakim,
Jandek,
Albert Ayler,
Don Cherry,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Lee Hazlewood,
Lungfish,
Scion,
Accadde A,
The Misunderstood,
The Divine Comedy,
Moss Icon,
Kurtis Blow,
Todd Terry,
Stetsasonic,
the Slits,
Suicide,
Pantaleimon,
Freddie Wadling,
Symarip,
Skarface,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Ludus,
Soul II Soul,
Black Flag,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Joy Division,
The Dave Clark Five,
Spandau Ballet, Spandau Ballet, Spandau Ballet, Spandau Ballet.
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.