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 Mali and from Mexico City.
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 1967 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 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 Subhumans to the funk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish. All the underground hits.
All the Fania All-Stars tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gil Scott Heron record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Oppenheimer Analysis record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jeru the Damaja,
Howard Jones,
The Invisible,
Qualms,
Swans,
Byron Stingily,
Warren Ellis,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Kerrie Biddell,
Jeff Lynne,
Television Personalities,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Slackers,
Bobby Womack,
The Birthday Party,
Bush Tetras,
Amon Düül,
Heaven 17,
LL Cool J,
Delta 5,
Bad Manners,
Sonic Youth,
Pulsallama,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Au Pairs,
The Blackbyrds,
Motorama,
Janne Schatter,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Essential Logic,
Oneida,
the Fania All-Stars,
Tres Demented,
Ornette Coleman,
Hardrive,
Leonard Cohen,
David Axelrod,
Blake Baxter,
Quantec,
Vainqueur,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Youth Brigade,
Trumans Water,
Black Sheep,
Gichy Dan,
Magma,
Sun Ra,
Khruangbin,
Black Flag,
Rotary Connection,
Minnie Riperton,
D'Angelo,
Scott Walker,
Kenny Larkin,
Grauzone,
Camberwell Now,
Eyeless In Gaza,
T.S.O.L.,
Fad Gadget,
Peter & Gordon, Peter & Gordon, Peter & Gordon, Peter & Gordon.
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.