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 Vanuatu and from Delhi.
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 1961 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 Saccharine Trust to the techno kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Moby Grape tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Scientists 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Y Pants,
Sam Rivers,
Albert Ayler,
Scientists,
Pet Shop Boys,
JFA,
Symarip,
The Five Americans,
Zapp,
Intrusion,
Audionom,
Janne Schatter,
Althea and Donna,
Suburban Knight,
Visage,
Adolescents,
The Cramps,
Sugar Minott,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Unrelated Segments,
Rakim,
One Last Wish,
David Bowie,
Gregory Isaacs,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
the Germs,
Tim Buckley,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Minnie Riperton,
Interpol,
U.S. Maple,
Angry Samoans,
Moebius,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Sparks,
Gong,
Basic Channel,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Metal Thangz,
These Immortal Souls,
Laurel Aitken,
Jeff Mills,
John Lydon,
Rapeman,
Essential Logic,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Rekid,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Kool Moe Dee,
Tommy Roe,
Ornette Coleman,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Invisible,
The Slits,
The Doors,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Shoche,
Wolf Eyes,
L. Decosne,
Rosa Yemen,
The J.B.'s,
Japan, Japan, Japan, Japan.
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.