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 Singapore and from Salvador.
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 1965 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx to the disco 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 MDC. All the underground hits.
All Cybotron tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tropical Tobacco record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gong record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Johnny Clarke,
AZ,
Albert Ayler,
Grauzone,
Inner City,
The Doors,
The Saints,
The Searchers,
Intrusion,
The Red Krayola,
Adolescents,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Flesh Eaters,
Nation of Ulysses,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Pantaleimon,
The Pretty Things,
Metal Thangz,
Derrick May,
Y Pants,
Gang Gang Dance,
Mission of Burma,
Groovy Waters,
Judy Mowatt,
Pet Shop Boys,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Dave Gahan,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Walker Brothers,
Nils Olav,
Ornette Coleman,
Warsaw,
The Gap Band,
Iggy Pop,
Eric Dolphy,
Michelle Simonal,
Tom Boy,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Fugs,
Infiniti,
Joy Division,
E-Dancer,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Model 500,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Cramps,
Jeff Mills,
Sixth Finger,
La Düsseldorf,
The Blues Magoos,
Rapeman,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Joensuu 1685,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
New Order,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers, De La Soul & Jungle Brothers, De La Soul & Jungle Brothers, De La Soul & Jungle Brothers.
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.