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 Malawi and from Tokyo.
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 Copenhagen and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 Michael McDonald 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 Sound Behaviour to the jazz 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 The Fugs. All the underground hits.
All Andrew Hill tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pharoah Sanders 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Altered Images record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Doobie Brothers,
Barry Ungar,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Bill Near,
Sun City Girls,
Nico,
Ice-T,
The New Christs,
Alphaville,
China Crisis,
Stereo Dub,
Jimmy McGriff,
Los Fastidios,
Girls At Our Best!,
Gabor Szabo,
Soft Cell,
Country Teasers,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Mad Mike,
Magma,
Marvin Gaye,
June of 44,
Brothers Johnson,
Bauhaus,
Kerri Chandler,
Alison Limerick,
Lebanon Hanover,
Surgeon,
Traffic Nightmare,
John Foxx,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Wake,
The Tremeloes,
Interpol,
Lindisfarne,
Alton Ellis,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Michelle Simonal,
The Evens,
Roy Ayers,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Soul II Soul,
DNA,
The Litter,
The J.B.'s,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Youth Brigade,
Saccharine Trust,
New Order,
Roxy Music,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Tubeway Army,
Derrick Morgan,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Janne Schatter,
Von Mondo,
Livin' Joy,
Gang Starr,
Matthew Halsall,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Smiths,
Barbara Tucker, Barbara Tucker, Barbara Tucker, Barbara Tucker.
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.