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 Cambodia and from London.
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 1969 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 spring reverb 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 Drexciya to the funk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 The Happenings. All the underground hits.
All CMW tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Mojo Men record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rahsaan Roland Kirk record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Flipper,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Moebius,
Erykah Badu,
Faraquet,
Barbara Tucker,
Main Source,
Lou Reed,
Eurythmics,
Masters at Work,
Gang of Four,
Heaven 17,
Prince Buster,
Saccharine Trust,
Blancmange,
Aural Exciters,
F. McDonald,
Public Enemy,
Camberwell Now,
Symarip,
Gastr Del Sol,
Sam Rivers,
Sun Ra,
Newcleus,
Matthew Halsall,
Sarah Menescal,
Bang On A Can,
48th St. Collective,
Groovy Waters,
The Stooges,
Porter Ricks,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Wally Richardson,
Thee Headcoats,
Monolake,
Agitation Free,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Rosa Yemen,
The Selecter,
The Slits,
Yaz,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Boz Scaggs,
DJ Sneak,
These Immortal Souls,
The Tremeloes,
Idris Muhammad,
Essential Logic,
Gregory Isaacs,
Alice Coltrane,
The Five Americans,
Gerry Rafferty,
Fear,
Crime,
Pantytec,
Rites of Spring,
Peter & Gordon,
Depeche Mode,
Cybotron,
The Index,
The Cowsills,
Harry Pussy,
Eric B and Rakim, Eric B and Rakim, Eric B and Rakim, Eric B and Rakim.
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.