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 Grenada and from Winnipeg.
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 1961 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 Tom Verlaine 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 Essential Logic to the rap kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Erykah Badu. All the underground hits.
All Roy Ayers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gian Franco Pienzio record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 an organ and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Red Lorry Yellow Lorry record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Althea and Donna,
Ponytail,
Cybotron,
Bob Dylan,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Durutti Column,
Morten Harket,
Television,
The Mojo Men,
Aloha Tigers,
Howard Jones,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
John Cale,
Schoolly D,
Sex Pistols,
The Monochrome Set,
X-102,
Soft Machine,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Last Poets,
Ultra Naté,
Piero Umiliani,
Sixth Finger,
the Normal,
Royal Trux,
Hardrive,
Gang Green,
Eden Ahbez,
Pussy Galore,
Ossler,
The Velvet Underground,
Sound Behaviour,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Lalo Schifrin,
Ten City,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Index,
Jerry's Kids,
Trumans Water,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Marshall Jefferson,
Accadde A,
Arthur Verocai,
Suicide,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Banda Bassotti,
Skarface,
Grey Daturas,
Janne Schatter,
Jeff Mills,
Brick,
Soul Sonic Force,
Guru Guru,
Arab on Radar,
Tomorrow,
Black Pus,
The Searchers,
Dual Sessions,
Patti Smith,
Smog,
Brand Nubian, Brand Nubian, Brand Nubian, Brand Nubian.
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.