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 Comoros and from Mexico City.
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 1968 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 spring reverb 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 Easy Going to the rap kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Buzzcocks. All the underground hits.
All Rosa Yemen tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lou Reed & Metallica record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Danielle Patucci record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Supertramp,
Kenny Larkin,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Whodini,
Nas,
Alice Coltrane,
John Foxx,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Soft Cell,
Lower 48,
Hardrive,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
the Bar-Kays,
UT,
Masters at Work,
Warren Ellis,
Avey Tare,
Dark Day,
Sandy B,
Ituana,
Public Enemy,
K-Klass,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Sugar Minott,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Youth Brigade,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Count Five,
Circle Jerks,
Tim Buckley,
Mars,
The Knickerbockers,
Deepchord,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
China Crisis,
Gastr Del Sol,
Ornette Coleman,
Neil Young,
The Flesh Eaters,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Ultra Naté,
Andrew Hill,
Chrome,
Johnny Clarke,
The Star Department,
Idris Muhammad,
Easy Going,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Sonny Sharrock,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Scott Walker,
Freddie Wadling,
Subhumans,
Banda Bassotti,
Scion,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Bobby Byrd,
Q and Not U,
Underground Resistance,
Faraquet,
L. Decosne,
Shoche,
JFA, JFA, JFA, JFA.
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.