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 Lesotho and from Columbus.
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 1963 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Jakarta.
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 1977 at the first Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
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 Hot Snakes to the grime 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 Stooges. All the underground hits.
All Ken Boothe tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cabaret Voltaire record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 an oboe and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Music Machine record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
the Human League,
Warren Ellis,
Harry Pussy,
Echospace,
Aaron Thompson,
Con Funk Shun,
Dead Boys,
Black Flag,
The Modern Lovers,
The Vogues,
Erasure,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Electric Prunes,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Freddie Wadling,
The Black Dice,
Tears for Fears,
Alton Ellis,
Index,
Von Mondo,
Minnie Riperton,
Rites of Spring,
Quando Quango,
Lalo Schifrin,
48th St. Collective,
Television Personalities,
The United States of America,
The Blues Magoos,
Khruangbin,
Smog,
Albert Ayler,
UT,
Rod Modell,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
La Düsseldorf,
Scan 7,
Traffic Nightmare,
Dave Gahan,
Gichy Dan,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Black Pus,
Massinfluence,
Barbara Tucker,
Lakeside,
Gabor Szabo,
The Cowsills,
Black Bananas,
a-ha,
Pulsallama,
Harpers Bizarre,
Flash Fearless,
Eric B and Rakim,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Fire Engines,
Lou Christie,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Ralphi Rosario,
Cymande,
The Fall,
Soul II Soul, Soul II Soul, Soul II Soul, Soul II Soul.
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.