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 Tanzania and from Taipei.
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 1964 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 Lower 48 to the techno kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Junior Murvin. All the underground hits.
All Deadbeat tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Happenings record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 spring reverb and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Dave Clark Five record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eyeless In Gaza,
Harry Pussy,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Skatalites,
Easy Going,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Pantytec,
D'Angelo,
The Star Department,
Blossom Toes,
Sam Rivers,
Goldenarms,
Iggy Pop,
Aloha Tigers,
Nils Olav,
Deakin,
John Coltrane,
Kool Moe Dee,
Urselle,
Jimmy McGriff,
Archie Shepp,
Sixth Finger,
Matthew Bourne,
Hardrive,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
PIL,
Masters at Work,
Japan,
Wings,
Fluxion,
Dual Sessions,
Monks,
Bizarre Inc.,
Skarface,
Guru Guru,
Jeff Lynne,
Darondo,
The Walker Brothers,
Anthony Braxton,
Pagans,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Golliwogs,
The Moleskins,
Piero Umiliani,
MC5,
Camouflage,
Amon Düül II,
X-101,
Gil Scott Heron,
Jacques Brel,
Joensuu 1685,
kango's stein massive,
Erasure,
Radiopuhelimet,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Brick,
Byron Stingily,
The Red Krayola,
the Soft Cell,
The Offenders,
Popol Vuh,
Ossler,
Main Source, Main Source, Main Source, Main Source.
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.