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 Antigua and from Seoul.
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 1968 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Edmonton.
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 1976 at the first Buzzcocks practice in a loft in Bolton.
I was working on the organ 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 Gastr Del Sol to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Livin' Joy. All the underground hits.
All Skarface tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Slick Rick record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Normal record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Busters,
Drexciya,
Zero Boys,
The Black Dice,
Kurtis Blow,
Chrome,
Unrelated Segments,
Crooked Eye,
John Foxx,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Last Poets,
Sunsets and Hearts,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Joey Negro,
EPMD,
Black Sheep,
Simply Red,
Brothers Johnson,
the Slits,
Aaron Thompson,
Urselle,
K-Klass,
Minny Pops,
Harry Pussy,
Gang Starr,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Happenings,
Brass Construction,
Goldenarms,
Barbara Tucker,
Pylon,
Ossler,
Susan Cadogan,
The Move,
T. Rex,
Fat Boys,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Maleditus Sound,
Metal Thangz,
Trumans Water,
Sister Nancy,
Scientists,
Donny Hathaway,
Black Moon,
Bobby Hutcherson,
a-ha,
Danielle Patucci,
The Litter,
Hasil Adkins,
The Birthday Party,
Wire,
Cecil Taylor,
Pantytec,
the Association,
Whodini,
Anthony Braxton,
Soul II Soul,
Von Mondo,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra, Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra, Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra, Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra.
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.