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 Dominica and from Manchester.
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 1969 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 Louis and Bebe Barron to the rap kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Negative Approach. All the underground hits.
All Wings tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ken Boothe record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pylon record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Groovy Waters,
Dual Sessions,
Suburban Knight,
Althea and Donna,
Minor Threat,
Sam Rivers,
Agent Orange,
The Gories,
Crash Course in Science,
Amazonics,
Public Enemy,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Busters,
Don Cherry,
Q and Not U,
Ultravox,
The Fugs,
Dawn Penn,
Terrestrial Tones,
EPMD,
Jeff Mills,
Gregory Isaacs,
Model 500,
Swell Maps,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Eric Dolphy,
David McCallum,
Eddi Front,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Stereo Dub,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Tres Demented,
The Leaves,
Jerry's Kids,
Brick,
Anthony Braxton,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Shuggie Otis,
Charles Mingus,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Quando Quango,
Faraquet,
Intrusion,
Outsiders,
Hot Snakes,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Bobby Byrd,
the Association,
Heaven 17,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Flamin' Groovies,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Neil Young,
Brass Construction,
Motorama,
Darondo,
The Skatalites,
Popol Vuh,
Basic Channel,
Max Romeo, Max Romeo, Max Romeo, Max Romeo.
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.