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 Nigeria and from Houston.
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 1964 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the theremin 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 New York Dolls to the disco kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Kaleidoscope. All the underground hits.
All Lalo Schifrin tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Quando Quango record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 a chamberlin and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rotary Connection record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Associates,
Lungfish,
Crime,
Maleditus Sound,
Marshall Jefferson,
Joy Division,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Bang On A Can,
Sonny Sharrock,
Colin Newman,
Joey Negro,
Das Ding,
The Golliwogs,
Marvin Gaye,
Harry Pussy,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Dennis Brown,
Ralphi Rosario,
Spandau Ballet,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Shuggie Otis,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Eddi Front,
Tomorrow,
Clear Light,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Neon Judgement,
Soul Sonic Force,
Judy Mowatt,
OOIOO,
The Invisible,
Parry Music,
Pulsallama,
Man Parrish,
Ultravox,
Pet Shop Boys,
Essential Logic,
Roxy Music,
The Fall,
Unwound,
Lebanon Hanover,
Sun Ra,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Happenings,
Drexciya,
Dave Gahan,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Morten Harket,
Black Sheep,
The Litter,
R.M.O.,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Moleskins,
Depeche Mode,
Black Bananas,
Pantaleimon,
Monks,
B.T. Express,
Sexual Harrassment,
Gregory Isaacs,
LL Cool J,
Eve St. Jones, Eve St. Jones, Eve St. Jones, Eve St. Jones.
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.