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 Portugal and from New York.
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 1965 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the arpeggiator 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 Desert Stars to the disco kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Rufus Thomas. All the underground hits.
All Shuggie Otis tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sandy B record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pet Shop Boys record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Count Five,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Pylon,
Rosa Yemen,
Matthew Halsall,
Grauzone,
Juan Atkins,
The Young Rascals,
Pagans,
Scratch Acid,
Faraquet,
Fela Kuti,
Lyres,
Ituana,
Brothers Johnson,
Rapeman,
The Motions,
Spoonie Gee,
Lungfish,
China Crisis,
Rakim,
Shoche,
Kevin Saunderson,
Cal Tjader,
Eden Ahbez,
Alton Ellis,
Television,
Donny Hathaway,
June of 44,
OOIOO,
Prince Buster,
the Human League,
Second Layer,
FM Einheit,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Nas,
Icehouse,
Jeru the Damaja,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Funkadelic,
Jeff Mills,
Oblivians,
Deadbeat,
The Knickerbockers,
Monolake,
The Angels of Light,
Ludus,
The Mojo Men,
These Immortal Souls,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Lou Reed,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Lightning Bolt,
Soft Cell,
Terrestrial Tones,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Rekid,
The Tremeloes, The Tremeloes, The Tremeloes, The Tremeloes.
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.