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 Georgia and from Mexico City.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Stockholm.
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 1975 at the first Throbbing Gristle practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the sitar 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 James White and The Blacks to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Pet Shop Boys. All the underground hits.
All Grauzone tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Matthew Bourne record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 a güiro and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ultimate Spinach record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
LL Cool J,
The Litter,
Tom Boy,
the Sonics,
Chrome,
David Axelrod,
Kool Moe Dee,
Marmalade,
ABBA,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Chris Corsano,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Tremeloes,
Monolake,
Infiniti,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Surgeon,
Buzzcocks,
Lungfish,
Camberwell Now,
Loose Ends,
The Electric Prunes,
Rakim,
Bobby Byrd,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Rufus Thomas,
Sixth Finger,
Roxette,
Lower 48,
Brothers Johnson,
Half Japanese,
Kayak,
Sugar Minott,
Toni Rubio,
Intrusion,
Eric Dolphy,
Crispian St. Peters,
cv313,
Ornette Coleman,
Radiopuhelimet,
Bauhaus,
Marine Girls,
Panda Bear,
Al Stewart,
Amazonics,
Nirvana,
Vladislav Delay,
Stetsasonic,
Pagans,
John Cale,
Animal Collective,
Cameo,
Dave Gahan,
Howard Jones,
The Techniques,
Icehouse,
ABC,
Todd Terry,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Johnny Osbourne,
Erasure, Erasure, Erasure, Erasure.
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.