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 Guinea-Bissau and from Toronto.
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 Woodstock and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Livin' Joy 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 Black Pus. All the underground hits.
All Jeff Lynne tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Visage record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a 808 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 arpeggiator and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Golliwogs,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Deakin,
Eddi Front,
Absolute Body Control,
EPMD,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Rhythm & Sound,
Eve St. Jones,
Ice-T,
Los Fastidios,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Johnny Osbourne,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Barracudas,
The American Breed,
Patti Smith,
Albert Ayler,
Pantaleimon,
Crooked Eye,
The Knickerbockers,
Minnie Riperton,
X-101,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Cal Tjader,
D'Angelo,
Essential Logic,
The Divine Comedy,
Infiniti,
The Stooges,
John Foxx,
The Cowsills,
Toni Rubio,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
David McCallum,
Nik Kershaw,
Sandy B,
Ronnie Foster,
Smog,
New Order,
Mary Jane Girls,
Fugazi,
Flipper,
In Retrospect,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Durutti Column,
Lucky Dragons,
The Move,
Robert Görl,
Steve Hackett,
Joensuu 1685,
Bang On A Can,
Deepchord,
Gang Green,
Throbbing Gristle,
Newcleus,
David Axelrod,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Names,
Livin' Joy,
Andrew Hill, Andrew Hill, Andrew Hill, Andrew Hill.
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.