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 Gabon and from Madrid.
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 1965 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 sitar 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 Camberwell Now to the dance kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx. All the underground hits.
All Grauzone tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Section 25 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 a harpsichord and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jesper Dahlback record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Whodini,
The Sound,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Jimmy McGriff,
AZ,
Kayak,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Glambeats Corp.,
Eric B and Rakim,
Silicon Teens,
Graham Central Station,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
New York Dolls,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Victims,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Derrick May,
Joe Smooth,
Sam Rivers,
Tim Buckley,
Colin Newman,
Mission of Burma,
Rufus Thomas,
Popol Vuh,
Loose Ends,
PIL,
The Fuzztones,
The Stooges,
The Red Krayola,
Curtis Mayfield,
Hasil Adkins,
The Fortunes,
Fear,
Technova,
The Martian,
Interpol,
Massinfluence,
Tropical Tobacco,
Ituana,
Faust,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Audionom,
Bronski Beat,
Cheater Slicks,
Brass Construction,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
David Axelrod,
Index,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Buckinghams,
New Order,
Donny Hathaway,
Slick Rick,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Stiv Bators,
Panda Bear,
The Associates,
Chris Corsano,
Fugazi,
Marcia Griffiths,
Ultimate Spinach, Ultimate Spinach, Ultimate Spinach, Ultimate Spinach.
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.