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 Guinea-Bissau and from Lille.
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 1967 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus 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 1977 at the first Human League practice in a loft in Sheffield.
I was working on the snare 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 Sad Lovers and Giants to the rock 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 Easy Going. All the underground hits.
All Quando Quango tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gastr Del Sol record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Agent Orange record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Swell Maps,
10cc,
The Blackbyrds,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Josef K,
Slick Rick,
Yusef Lateef,
Alice Coltrane,
Outsiders,
Gang Starr,
Black Sheep,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Wolf Eyes,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
CMW,
A Certain Ratio,
Susan Cadogan,
Darondo,
Mary Jane Girls,
Kerrie Biddell,
Sonic Youth,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
John Cale,
Crash Course in Science,
Arthur Verocai,
Kenny Larkin,
X-101,
Glambeats Corp.,
Con Funk Shun,
Jeff Lynne,
Lou Christie,
Marcia Griffiths,
Marshall Jefferson,
the Germs,
Suicide,
David Axelrod,
Funkadelic,
Banda Bassotti,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Althea and Donna,
Barbara Tucker,
The Tremeloes,
Brothers Johnson,
Absolute Body Control,
The Fortunes,
Scion,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Aloha Tigers,
Faust,
Dawn Penn,
Quando Quango,
Sparks,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Soft Cell,
The Skatalites,
EPMD,
Marc Almond,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Stetsasonic,
Half Japanese,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Associates,
Bauhaus, Bauhaus, Bauhaus, Bauhaus.
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.