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 Syria and from Spokane.
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 1965 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 The Sonics to the punk 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 Main Source. All the underground hits.
All The Misunderstood tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Make Up 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Basic Channel record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
New York Dolls,
Faust,
Blossom Toes,
Bobby Womack,
Eric B and Rakim,
Avey Tare,
Wasted Youth,
Nico,
Nas,
Mark Hollis,
Deadbeat,
Circle Jerks,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Fela Kuti,
Marcia Griffiths,
Roxette,
the Bar-Kays,
Pet Shop Boys,
Urselle,
Echospace,
Ronnie Foster,
Boredoms,
Jeff Mills,
DJ Style,
Tears for Fears,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Monochrome Set,
The Happenings,
Kaleidoscope,
Alphaville,
The Cure,
Mary Jane Girls,
FM Einheit,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Tomorrow,
The Kinks,
Robert Görl,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Motions,
Pantytec,
Technova,
The Index,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Robert Hood,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Wire,
Heaven 17,
Soft Machine,
Electric Prunes,
Lucky Dragons,
The Moleskins,
The Sound,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
James White and The Blacks,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Sun City Girls,
Minnie Riperton,
Thee Headcoats, Thee Headcoats, Thee Headcoats, Thee Headcoats.
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.