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 Cameroon and from Bremen.
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 1963 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
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 Minnie Riperton to the disco 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 Depeche Mode. All the underground hits.
All Sexual Harrassment tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cheater Slicks record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Harmonia record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
PIL,
Shoche,
Sun City Girls,
The Seeds,
Pulsallama,
Bad Manners,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Kinks,
Kaleidoscope,
Johnny Osbourne,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Juan Atkins,
Jeru the Damaja,
Shuggie Otis,
Goldenarms,
Matthew Bourne,
The Music Machine,
CMW,
David McCallum,
Grey Daturas,
The Doors,
The Black Dice,
Country Teasers,
World's Most,
Ten City,
Gong,
Grandmaster Flash,
Arab on Radar,
Mr. Review,
Ronan,
Gang Starr,
Ken Boothe,
Japan,
Erasure,
Livin' Joy,
Cecil Taylor,
Harpers Bizarre,
Slave,
Alice Coltrane,
the Association,
Donny Hathaway,
Lakeside,
The Fortunes,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
New Order,
Kurtis Blow,
The Raincoats,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Chris & Cosey,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Gang of Four,
Toni Rubio,
The Selecter,
Mandrill,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Cosmic Jokers,
JFA,
The Fire Engines,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Adolescents, Adolescents, Adolescents, Adolescents.
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.