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 Brunei and from Edmonton.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1969 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 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 Eric Copeland to the techno kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Skriet. All the underground hits.
All Connie Case tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lebanon Hanover 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Aloha Tigers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Barrington Levy,
Pierre Henry,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Marc Almond,
Rites of Spring,
Bill Near,
Boredoms,
Crime,
The Invisible,
Vainqueur,
Pantytec,
David Bowie,
Man Parrish,
Amazonics,
Lee Hazlewood,
Banda Bassotti,
Lungfish,
Skaos,
Arcadia,
Youth Brigade,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Grass Roots,
Urselle,
The Last Poets,
Nico,
The Electric Prunes,
Robert Hood,
Anthony Braxton,
Pharoah Sanders,
Second Layer,
Parry Music,
The Divine Comedy,
Hot Snakes,
Bill Wells,
Siglo XX,
In Retrospect,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Piero Umiliani,
Groovy Waters,
The Martian,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Judy Mowatt,
Liliput,
Fela Kuti,
the Sonics,
Maleditus Sound,
Panda Bear,
Angry Samoans,
Model 500,
Pagans,
LL Cool J,
Jeff Mills,
Henry Cow,
Index,
Q65,
Metal Thangz,
Swans,
MC5,
Schoolly D,
Technova,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch, Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch, Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch, Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch.
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.