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 Australia and from Manchester.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Buzzcocks show in Bolton.
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 1963 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Milan.
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 1975 at the first Throbbing Gristle practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Chris Corsano 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 Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish. All the underground hits.
All Gian Franco Pienzio tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Marine Girls 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Moody Blues 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?
Eli Mardock,
Hasil Adkins,
The Real Kids,
Make Up,
Blake Baxter,
This Heat,
Pierre Henry,
Mark Hollis,
48th St. Collective,
Scrapy,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Brass Construction,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Avey Tare,
Accadde A,
Junior Murvin,
Oneida,
The Cramps,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Pussy Galore,
Neil Young,
Con Funk Shun,
Bill Wells,
Japan,
Little Man,
Qualms,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Cowsills,
La Düsseldorf,
Yusef Lateef,
Section 25,
Intrusion,
Vladislav Delay,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Ultravox,
Gang of Four,
Hashim,
The Skatalites,
Mission of Burma,
Arthur Verocai,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Von Mondo,
Kerrie Biddell,
Donny Hathaway,
Pharoah Sanders,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Fortunes,
Black Sheep,
Circle Jerks,
Index,
Rekid,
Ornette Coleman,
Amazonics,
Ronan,
8 Eyed Spy,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Grass Roots,
Warsaw,
The Human League, The Human League, The Human League, The Human League.
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.