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 South Sudan and from Stockholm.
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 1965 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 1977 at the first Human League practice in a loft in Sheffield.
I was working on the theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Monolake to the jazz kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Agitation Free. All the underground hits.
All Patti Smith tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every FM Einheit record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Vladislav Delay record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bootsy Collins,
The Knickerbockers,
Toni Rubio,
Flamin' Groovies,
Eddi Front,
Matthew Halsall,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Morten Harket,
Underground Resistance,
Brick,
Organ,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Smiths,
the Sonics,
Robert Wyatt,
Stockholm Monsters,
Pharoah Sanders,
Neil Young,
Minnie Riperton,
Darondo,
Henry Cow,
The Index,
Rosa Yemen,
Alice Coltrane,
The Seeds,
Yellowson,
Moss Icon,
Marcia Griffiths,
In Retrospect,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Last Poets,
Rapeman,
Groovy Waters,
Shoche,
David McCallum,
Wings,
The Moody Blues,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Parry Music,
Ronan,
Tommy Roe,
Chris Corsano,
the Fania All-Stars,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Spoonie Gee,
Prince Buster,
The Misunderstood,
Sonny Sharrock,
Juan Atkins,
Barclay James Harvest,
Electric Prunes,
Faust,
These Immortal Souls,
Surgeon,
The Golliwogs,
Public Image Ltd.,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Dawn Penn,
The Mummies,
The Shadows of Knight,
Ralphi Rosario,
Grey Daturas,
Hasil Adkins,
Porter Ricks, Porter Ricks, Porter Ricks, Porter Ricks.
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.