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 Ivory Coast and from Woodstock.
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 1966 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Newcleus to the dance kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Neu!. All the underground hits.
All Black Bananas tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Fall record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 sitar and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Jesus and Mary Chain record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron 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?
Yusef Lateef,
Robert Wyatt,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Yaz,
Eurythmics,
Josef K,
Lou Reed,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Dead C,
Kenny Larkin,
Laurel Aitken,
Public Enemy,
Camberwell Now,
Hoover,
Depeche Mode,
Reagan Youth,
Minny Pops,
L. Decosne,
Barrington Levy,
Trumans Water,
Nirvana,
Pet Shop Boys,
Index,
Bluetip,
The Motions,
Groovy Waters,
Harry Pussy,
Curtis Mayfield,
Bobbi Humphrey,
F. McDonald,
Boogie Down Productions,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Electric Prunes,
Faraquet,
Janne Schatter,
Roger Hodgson,
Alphaville,
Rhythm & Sound,
Todd Terry,
The Knickerbockers,
The American Breed,
Neu!,
DJ Sneak,
Eric Dolphy,
Prince Buster,
Faust,
Intrusion,
Flipper,
Cheater Slicks,
Kaleidoscope,
Echospace,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Barracudas,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Parry Music,
Fort Wilson Riot,
ABC,
Bootsy Collins,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Strawberry Alarm Clock, Strawberry Alarm Clock, Strawberry Alarm Clock, Strawberry Alarm Clock.
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.