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 Equatorial Guinea and from Lagos.
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 1962 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 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 Colin Newman to the rock 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 Suicide. All the underground hits.
All Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Second Layer record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 a linndrum and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Letta Mbulu record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rites of Spring,
Kerri Chandler,
Boz Scaggs,
Neu!,
Barclay James Harvest,
Toni Rubio,
the Human League,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Byron Stingily,
Arthur Verocai,
H. Thieme,
Marcia Griffiths,
Ohio Players,
Procol Harum,
Jandek,
Absolute Body Control,
Echospace,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Joensuu 1685,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
FM Einheit,
Nas,
Oneida,
The Walker Brothers,
The Selecter,
Hashim,
The Divine Comedy,
Derrick Morgan,
Sun Ra,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Vogues,
Crime,
Intrusion,
Gong,
Patti Smith,
Franke,
Pantaleimon,
Peter and Kerry,
Albert Ayler,
LL Cool J,
Gregory Isaacs,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Smiths,
Glambeats Corp.,
Aaron Thompson,
Animal Collective,
Josef K,
Dual Sessions,
Soft Cell,
Shuggie Otis,
Scientists,
Scratch Acid,
Soulsonic Force,
Section 25,
Marine Girls,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
John Holt,
Gang of Four,
The Cosmic Jokers, The Cosmic Jokers, The Cosmic Jokers, The Cosmic Jokers.
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.