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 Ukraine and from Spokane.
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 1961 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 The Fuzztones to the grime kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Big Daddy Kane. All the underground hits.
All The Zeros tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Colin Newman record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cecil Taylor record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Todd Terry,
The Mummies,
Tubeway Army,
Grey Daturas,
Saccharine Trust,
Black Bananas,
Motorama,
Pharoah Sanders,
OOIOO,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Blossom Toes,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Eric B and Rakim,
Crooked Eye,
Mo-Dettes,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Index,
Godley & Creme,
Thee Headcoats,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Quadrant,
Cheater Slicks,
Inner City,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Shoche,
Simply Red,
Deadbeat,
The Dead C,
Dave Gahan,
Lee Hazlewood,
Mars,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Gerry Rafferty,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Lindisfarne,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Amon Düül,
The Techniques,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Shadows of Knight,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Flesh Eaters,
Gang of Four,
Andrew Hill,
Brass Construction,
Reagan Youth,
Barclay James Harvest,
Wally Richardson,
Rufus Thomas,
Urselle,
Howard Jones,
the Association,
The Saints,
Ken Boothe,
James White and The Blacks,
Arab on Radar,
DJ Sneak,
The Doors,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Deakin,
Rosa Yemen,
Lalo Schifrin,
T.S.O.L., T.S.O.L., T.S.O.L., T.S.O.L..
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.