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 Guatemala and from Manila.
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 1966 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 X-101 to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Ronnie Foster. All the underground hits.
All Roxy Music tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lalo Schifrin record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Surgeon record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Magazine,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Section 25,
X-102,
New Age Steppers,
The Cure,
Michelle Simonal,
Crime,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Henry Cow,
Main Source,
Altered Images,
Prince Buster,
Chrome,
Godley & Creme,
Lightning Bolt,
48th St. Collective,
The Doors,
Heaven 17,
Ken Boothe,
Wings,
Talk Talk,
Technova,
Lindisfarne,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Dave Gahan,
Surgeon,
Franke,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
John Foxx,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
June Days,
Kas Product,
Gregory Isaacs,
the Sonics,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Suicide,
UT,
Sound Behaviour,
New York Dolls,
Dawn Penn,
Sarah Menescal,
The Blackbyrds,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Underground Resistance,
Ituana,
Frankie Knuckles,
OOIOO,
Leonard Cohen,
Echospace,
The Durutti Column,
Basic Channel,
Roxette,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Rhythm & Sound,
Dual Sessions,
Tropical Tobacco,
Pierre Henry,
Letta Mbulu,
Pussy Galore,
Todd Terry, Todd Terry, Todd Terry, Todd Terry.
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.