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 Botswana and from Stockholm.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1969 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Halifax.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Electric Light Orchestra to the rock kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 LL Cool J. All the underground hits.
All Rahsaan Roland Kirk tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Human League 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Anthony Braxton record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Fortunes,
Organ,
Kayak,
Matthew Halsall,
Easy Going,
Goldenarms,
Fat Boys,
F. McDonald,
Pussy Galore,
Todd Terry,
Magma,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Audionom,
The Five Americans,
The Last Poets,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Maleditus Sound,
The J.B.'s,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Drexciya,
The Kinks,
Scratch Acid,
Motorama,
The Moleskins,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Ralphi Rosario,
Accadde A,
Pylon,
Tomorrow,
Outsiders,
Rosa Yemen,
Skarface,
Kool Moe Dee,
PIL,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Cowsills,
Alice Coltrane,
The Alarm Clocks,
Brothers Johnson,
Toni Rubio,
Erykah Badu,
Dorothy Ashby,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Subhumans,
Livin' Joy,
the Bar-Kays,
Crispy Ambulance,
Circle Jerks,
Pulsallama,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Aswad,
Jesper Dahlback,
Ten City,
Joyce Sims,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Faraquet,
Ituana,
The Detroit Cobras,
La Düsseldorf,
Gichy Dan, Gichy Dan, Gichy Dan, Gichy Dan.
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.