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 Namibia and from Seoul.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1965 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 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 The Kinks to the disco kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Anakelly. All the underground hits.
All Dennis Brown tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Hot Snakes record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Drexciya record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Theoretical Girls,
Q and Not U,
A Certain Ratio,
John Foxx,
Dead Boys,
ABC,
Subhumans,
Whodini,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Vogues,
Matthew Bourne,
Second Layer,
The Red Krayola,
Barbara Tucker,
Blancmange,
Bluetip,
Peter & Gordon,
Radio Birdman,
Television,
Index,
kango's stein massive,
Stereo Dub,
Technova,
Jeff Lynne,
Adolescents,
Sällskapet,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Throbbing Gristle,
Letta Mbulu,
The J.B.'s,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Mandrill,
David Axelrod,
Sound Behaviour,
Malaria!,
Eddi Front,
Dennis Brown,
the Soft Cell,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Quantec,
Frankie Knuckles,
Brand Nubian,
Todd Terry,
Parry Music,
The Black Dice,
The Cramps,
Cecil Taylor,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Joe Smooth,
Das Ding,
Underground Resistance,
Stetsasonic,
The Tremeloes,
Alice Coltrane,
Lungfish,
Audionom,
Nils Olav,
The Dirtbombs,
Scion,
The Smoke,
Junior Murvin,
Swans,
Circle Jerks, Circle Jerks, Circle Jerks, Circle Jerks.
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.