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 Swaziland and from Mumbai.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the chamberlin 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 Marine Girls to the rock 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 Pussy Galore. All the underground hits.
All The Human League tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Deakin 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet 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 synthesizer and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Neon Judgement,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Susan Cadogan,
the Bar-Kays,
Brand Nubian,
Panda Bear,
Peter and Kerry,
LL Cool J,
The Monochrome Set,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Young Rascals,
Maurizio,
Archie Shepp,
Massinfluence,
Camberwell Now,
Depeche Mode,
Mad Mike,
Wolf Eyes,
Joensuu 1685,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Laurel Aitken,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Josef K,
The Cure,
Amon Düül II,
Mandrill,
Gregory Isaacs,
AZ,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Main Source,
Girls At Our Best!,
Cybotron,
Tommy Roe,
Tubeway Army,
Talk Talk,
Pantaleimon,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Sandy B,
Delta 5,
Bush Tetras,
The Golliwogs,
Harry Pussy,
Urselle,
Q65,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Brass Construction,
Tears for Fears,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Ralphi Rosario,
Nik Kershaw,
China Crisis,
Scott Walker,
Slick Rick,
Sun Ra,
The Smiths,
Unwound,
Aaron Thompson,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Radio Birdman,
Reuben Wilson,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Procol Harum, Procol Harum, Procol Harum, Procol Harum.
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.