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 San Marino and from Tokyo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
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 1969 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 1975 at the first Throbbing Gristle practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the mellotron 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 Sight & Sound to the grime kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Hot Snakes. All the underground hits.
All Max Romeo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Roger Hodgson record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Public Image Ltd. record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Doobie Brothers,
Soft Cell,
Porter Ricks,
Guru Guru,
John Lydon,
Rod Modell,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Mr. Review,
Chris Corsano,
Con Funk Shun,
Soul Sonic Force,
Rekid,
Newcleus,
Lungfish,
Rhythm & Sound,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
UT,
Harpers Bizarre,
Darondo,
Ten City,
Bob Dylan,
ABC,
Magazine,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Rufus Thomas,
Grandmaster Flash,
Kayak,
Qualms,
Fugazi,
Ornette Coleman,
Bootsy Collins,
Heaven 17,
Joy Division,
Janne Schatter,
Spandau Ballet,
Gregory Isaacs,
Minor Threat,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Standells,
Wally Richardson,
Terry Callier,
The Fugs,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
X-102,
Buzzcocks,
Pole,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Echospace,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
FM Einheit,
Ken Boothe,
Lucky Dragons,
Public Image Ltd.,
Eve St. Jones,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Neon Judgement,
Blancmange,
Siglo XX,
Oneida,
Outsiders,
the Fania All-Stars,
Public Enemy, Public Enemy, Public Enemy, Public Enemy.
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.