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 Trinidad & Tobago and from Bologna.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
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 1966 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud to the jazz 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 Index. All the underground hits.
All Bluetip tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Josef K 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Glambeats Corp. record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
This Heat,
Chris Corsano,
Marc Almond,
Zero Boys,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Names,
Cymande,
Urselle,
Little Man,
the Association,
Laurel Aitken,
Hardrive,
Slave,
The Index,
Eric Dolphy,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Leonard Cohen,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Derrick Morgan,
Swans,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Todd Rundgren,
The Selecter,
Big Daddy Kane,
Soft Cell,
Silicon Teens,
The Raincoats,
Steve Hackett,
Throbbing Gristle,
Sonic Youth,
Hasil Adkins,
Boz Scaggs,
Ultra Naté,
The Fuzztones,
Ohio Players,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Bauhaus,
Susan Cadogan,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Aloha Tigers,
The Gun Club,
Bootsy Collins,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Brothers Johnson,
Scan 7,
the Fania All-Stars,
a-ha,
Cal Tjader,
ABBA,
Alton Ellis,
Desert Stars,
The Victims,
The Doobie Brothers,
Buzzcocks,
Tres Demented,
The Vogues,
The Dirtbombs,
Thee Headcoats,
Oblivians,
The Velvet Underground,
Ponytail,
Scratch Acid,
Pierre Henry, Pierre Henry, Pierre Henry, Pierre Henry.
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.