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 Uganda and from Calgary.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 arpeggiator 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 Rites of Spring to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 China Crisis. All the underground hits.
All Warsaw tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tres Demented 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Searchers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
World's Most,
The Techniques,
Tres Demented,
Saccharine Trust,
Q and Not U,
Anthony Braxton,
Whodini,
Tom Boy,
Todd Terry,
Newcleus,
Mr. Review,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Marvin Gaye,
Sun City Girls,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Carl Craig,
Bootsy Collins,
Cal Tjader,
AZ,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Freddie Wadling,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
EPMD,
Symarip,
Lightning Bolt,
Pylon,
Tears for Fears,
Arcadia,
Essential Logic,
Suburban Knight,
The Index,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Public Image Ltd.,
Gang Gang Dance,
X-101,
Lou Christie,
Qualms,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Move,
This Heat,
The Golliwogs,
Sound Behaviour,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
New York Dolls,
Dark Day,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Soft Cell,
Mandrill,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Danielle Patucci,
Jimmy McGriff,
Sparks,
8 Eyed Spy,
Khruangbin,
MC5,
Barry Ungar,
Jeff Lynne,
Guru Guru,
The Motions,
Rufus Thomas, Rufus Thomas, Rufus Thomas, Rufus Thomas.
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.