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 Nepal and from Glasgow.
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 1960 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 David Bowie 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 Rapeman to the dance kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Blancmange. All the underground hits.
All Niagra tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Warsaw record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Toni Rubio record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Searchers,
Desert Stars,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Anthony Braxton,
Interpol,
Flash Fearless,
10cc,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Victims,
Soft Machine,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Techniques,
John Holt,
Deakin,
Clear Light,
The United States of America,
The Buckinghams,
Skarface,
Gang Starr,
Rosa Yemen,
The Mummies,
The Zeros,
Absolute Body Control,
X-102,
MDC,
Nick Fraelich,
The Monks,
Janne Schatter,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Andrew Hill,
Eric Dolphy,
Freddie Wadling,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Music Machine,
Country Teasers,
Y Pants,
The Martian,
The Skatalites,
Arab on Radar,
Deadbeat,
The Invisible,
Glambeats Corp.,
Tropical Tobacco,
Stetsasonic,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Terry Callier,
Soulsonic Force,
Todd Rundgren,
Pole,
AZ,
Loose Ends,
The Litter,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Pharoah Sanders,
Hot Snakes,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Harmonia,
Sparks,
Ice-T,
EPMD,
X-Ray Spex,
Bobby Womack, Bobby Womack, Bobby Womack, Bobby Womack.
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.