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 Cyprus and from Jakarta.
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 1960 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 Buzzcocks practice in a loft in Bolton.
I was working on the harpsichord 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 The Invisible to the disco 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 Sonny Sharrock. All the underground hits.
All Porter Ricks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Faraquet 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 linndrum and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rakim record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Faust,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Y Pants,
Ice-T,
The Music Machine,
Slave,
The Motions,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Boz Scaggs,
Ponytail,
The Trojans,
Crash Course in Science,
Public Image Ltd.,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Country Teasers,
Quadrant,
Leonard Cohen,
Pole,
the Soft Cell,
Swell Maps,
The Dave Clark Five,
Agitation Free,
Mandrill,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Marvin Gaye,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
John Cale,
The Associates,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Fortunes,
Tropical Tobacco,
Scrapy,
Soul II Soul,
The Star Department,
Fear,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Leaves,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Black Moon,
Altered Images,
Aural Exciters,
Symarip,
Cecil Taylor,
Gichy Dan,
Quantec,
The Saints,
R.M.O.,
Brass Construction,
Dorothy Ashby,
Dawn Penn,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Beau Brummels,
X-Ray Spex,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Names,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Zeros,
Gabor Szabo,
Man Parrish, Man Parrish, Man Parrish, Man Parrish.
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.