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 Saudi Arabia and from Woodstock.
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 1961 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 snare 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 Piero Umiliani to the grunge 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 Lizzy Mercier Descloux. All the underground hits.
All B.T. Express tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every LL Cool J record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Mission of Burma record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Piero Umiliani,
kango's stein massive,
Maurizio,
Crime,
Half Japanese,
Infiniti,
The Angels of Light,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
LL Cool J,
Bronski Beat,
Au Pairs,
Anakelly,
John Foxx,
David Axelrod,
Spoonie Gee,
The Offenders,
The Martian,
The American Breed,
CMW,
Saccharine Trust,
Harry Pussy,
Guru Guru,
Ponytail,
Interpol,
Whodini,
Bill Near,
The Fugs,
Man Eating Sloth,
Quantec,
The Smoke,
Crispy Ambulance,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Raincoats,
Lalann,
Jacob Miller,
The Gories,
Judy Mowatt,
Eric Dolphy,
Moebius,
Swans,
The Fuzztones,
Shoche,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Blues Magoos,
Basic Channel,
Funkadelic,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Scott Walker,
B.T. Express,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Slave,
Hot Snakes,
The Cosmic Jokers,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Roy Ayers,
Dawn Penn,
Drexciya,
Joensuu 1685,
Terry Callier, Terry Callier, Terry Callier, Terry Callier.
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.