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 St Kitts & Nevis and from Copenhagen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1964 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 Terry Callier to the rock 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 The Blackbyrds. All the underground hits.
All Newcleus tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every kango's stein massive 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Model 500 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Organ,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Simply Red,
Spoonie Gee,
Smog,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Alphaville,
The Names,
Darondo,
the Fania All-Stars,
Godley & Creme,
the Germs,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Essential Logic,
Lindisfarne,
Hardrive,
Dual Sessions,
Panda Bear,
The Gun Club,
Severed Heads,
Harmonia,
Newcleus,
Scratch Acid,
The American Breed,
Matthew Bourne,
the Soft Cell,
Ronan,
Soul II Soul,
Franke,
Japan,
June Days,
Depeche Mode,
John Lydon,
The Cowsills,
Radiopuhelimet,
Judy Mowatt,
Man Parrish,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Kayak,
Magazine,
Mr. Review,
Rufus Thomas,
Lightning Bolt,
The Toasters,
David Axelrod,
Sarah Menescal,
Hashim,
Black Bananas,
Roy Ayers,
Talk Talk,
James White and The Blacks,
Tears for Fears,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Smiths,
Kurtis Blow,
Deadbeat,
Warren Ellis,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Juan Atkins,
Ultravox,
JFA, JFA, JFA, JFA.
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.