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 Burkina and from Columbus.
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 1961 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 1980 at the first Cybotron practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the rhodes 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 Archie Shepp to the funk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Archie Shepp. All the underground hits.
All Bronski Beat tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lyres record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Peter & Gordon record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Barclay James Harvest,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Traffic Nightmare,
Pylon,
Youth Brigade,
the Normal,
Nirvana,
Rakim,
The American Breed,
Outsiders,
The Trojans,
Swell Maps,
The Sound,
Alphaville,
K-Klass,
Ultravox,
Liliput,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Smiths,
The Associates,
David Axelrod,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Tres Demented,
Nico,
Reuben Wilson,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
John Coltrane,
Bang On A Can,
Arab on Radar,
Robert Görl,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Little Man,
MDC,
Country Teasers,
The Fuzztones,
Theoretical Girls,
Visage,
Mo-Dettes,
Dorothy Ashby,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Gichy Dan,
Gong,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Marshall Jefferson,
Television Personalities,
Echospace,
The Selecter,
Graham Central Station,
Roxette,
Stereo Dub,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Junior Murvin,
Terrestrial Tones,
Bobby Byrd,
Pole,
Freddie Wadling,
Con Funk Shun,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Robert Hood,
The Stooges,
Stockholm Monsters,
KRS-One,
The Moleskins, The Moleskins, The Moleskins, The Moleskins.
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.