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 Colombia and from Beijing.
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 1966 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
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 Outsiders to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Reagan Youth. All the underground hits.
All Tres Demented tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Black Flag record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Funkadelic record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Radiopuhelimet,
Bootsy Collins,
FM Einheit,
The Red Krayola,
The J.B.'s,
Tres Demented,
Barclay James Harvest,
Vladislav Delay,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Kaleidoscope,
the Association,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Music Machine,
the Human League,
The Last Poets,
Echospace,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Colin Newman,
H. Thieme,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Heaven 17,
Derrick May,
Matthew Bourne,
David Axelrod,
Steve Hackett,
Stereo Dub,
Ultra Naté,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Agent Orange,
Public Enemy,
The Dave Clark Five,
Magma,
Freddie Wadling,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Yusef Lateef,
T. Rex,
These Immortal Souls,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
ABC,
Underground Resistance,
Sonny Sharrock,
Dark Day,
Howard Jones,
This Heat,
Brass Construction,
Piero Umiliani,
Zapp,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Quando Quango,
Gichy Dan,
Urselle,
Grey Daturas,
Nas,
The Birthday Party,
Ultimate Spinach,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Barracudas,
Derrick Morgan,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
A Certain Ratio,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron, Terror Squad Feat. Camron, Terror Squad Feat. Camron, Terror Squad Feat. Camron.
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.