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 Peru and from Hong Kong.
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 1962 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Edmonton.
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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the 808 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 Mary Jane Girls to the punk 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 Bobbi Humphrey. All the underground hits.
All Roy Ayers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Major Organ And The Adding Machine record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Juan Atkins record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pantytec,
Donny Hathaway,
Subhumans,
Von Mondo,
Harmonia,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
DNA,
The Black Dice,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Mr. Review,
Mandrill,
Half Japanese,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Nico,
Sam Rivers,
The Vogues,
Mark Hollis,
Mad Mike,
JFA,
Public Image Ltd.,
Skaos,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Barclay James Harvest,
Hasil Adkins,
Main Source,
Sparks,
Tropical Tobacco,
John Foxx,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
8 Eyed Spy,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Real Kids,
Drexciya,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Los Fastidios,
The Birthday Party,
Lalann,
Royal Trux,
Radiohead,
Bobby Hutcherson,
David Axelrod,
Accadde A,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Gang Starr,
The Tremeloes,
The Five Americans,
R.M.O.,
Lee Hazlewood,
Excepter,
Suicide,
Fatback Band,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Surgeon,
Sällskapet,
Scion,
Sexual Harrassment, Sexual Harrassment, Sexual Harrassment, Sexual Harrassment.
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.