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 Fiji and from Paris.
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 1962 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Bologna.
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 1976 at the first Soft Boys practice in a loft in Cambridge.
I was working on the rhodes 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 Frankie Knuckles to the techno kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Swans. All the underground hits.
All Bob Dylan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Faust 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Louis and Bebe Barron record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bobby Hutcherson,
T. Rex,
The Happenings,
Kas Product,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Victims,
Connie Case,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Fela Kuti,
Darondo,
Josef K,
The Dave Clark Five,
Royal Trux,
Lungfish,
Black Moon,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Excepter,
Ossler,
Electric Prunes,
The Gap Band,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Joe Finger,
Inner City,
The Leaves,
The Searchers,
Popol Vuh,
Hasil Adkins,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Boredoms,
Lakeside,
F. McDonald,
David Bowie,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Steve Hackett,
The Fire Engines,
Kayak,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Hashim,
Swans,
Kerrie Biddell,
Ronan,
The Moody Blues,
Marmalade,
Camouflage,
Slick Rick,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Von Mondo,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Moleskins,
Bill Near,
kango's stein massive,
Cal Tjader,
Morten Harket,
Loose Ends,
Ralphi Rosario,
Tres Demented,
Buzzcocks,
These Immortal Souls,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Davy DMX,
The Cowsills,
Skriet, Skriet, Skriet, Skriet.
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.