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 Azerbaijan and from Woodstock.
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 1962 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Isaac Hayes to the funk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Electric Prunes. All the underground hits.
All Youth Brigade tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Laurel Aitken 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 an organ and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Spandau Ballet record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Don Cherry,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Smog,
Easy Going,
Lou Christie,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
the Normal,
The Monks,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Reagan Youth,
The Sound,
David Bowie,
Lightning Bolt,
Slick Rick,
Pagans,
Minor Threat,
Gregory Isaacs,
Lebanon Hanover,
Ronan,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Fortunes,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The J.B.'s,
The Misunderstood,
Yazoo,
Monks,
Bobby Sherman,
Scratch Acid,
The Buckinghams,
Surgeon,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Letta Mbulu,
The Five Americans,
Wings,
Hardrive,
Sound Behaviour,
Grauzone,
Zero Boys,
The Monochrome Set,
Sarah Menescal,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Marcia Griffiths,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Urselle,
Arab on Radar,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Sex Pistols,
Saccharine Trust,
Lyres,
The Cowsills,
Inner City,
Stiv Bators,
Peter & Gordon,
Trumans Water,
MDC,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Leonard Cohen,
B.T. Express,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Angry Samoans,
Depeche Mode,
10cc, 10cc, 10cc, 10cc.
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.