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 Singapore and from Manila.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Houston.
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 1975 at the first Throbbing Gristle practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the sitar 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 Tommy Roe to the dance kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Human League. All the underground hits.
All Procol Harum tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jerry Gold Smith 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Shoche record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Moss Icon,
Banda Bassotti,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Duran Duran,
Delon & Dalcan,
John Lydon,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Blossom Toes,
Graham Central Station,
Matthew Halsall,
Cal Tjader,
Kevin Saunderson,
Fela Kuti,
Soul II Soul,
Man Parrish,
Flamin' Groovies,
Fort Wilson Riot,
John Coltrane,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Gang Gang Dance,
Clear Light,
Faraquet,
A Certain Ratio,
David Axelrod,
Circle Jerks,
Moby Grape,
Lucky Dragons,
Joyce Sims,
Franke,
Roy Ayers,
Radio Birdman,
Bobby Womack,
Bill Near,
Sound Behaviour,
Shoche,
Blancmange,
Babytalk,
Heaven 17,
Vladislav Delay,
Lyres,
Bush Tetras,
Minor Threat,
Swell Maps,
Gang of Four,
Ponytail,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Joe Finger,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Sugar Minott,
Echospace,
Gang Starr,
Joy Division,
The Mojo Men,
Popol Vuh,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Tropical Tobacco,
Camberwell Now,
Das Ding,
Eve St. Jones,
Wally Richardson,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Rotary Connection,
Roger Hodgson,
Gil Scott Heron, Gil Scott Heron, Gil Scott Heron, Gil Scott Heron.
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.