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 Benin and from Manchester.
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 1967 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Halifax 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the linndrum 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 Nick Fraelich to the techno kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu. All the underground hits.
All Marvin Gaye tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Thinking Fellers Union Local 282 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Althea and Donna record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Steve Hackett,
Q and Not U,
Al Stewart,
The Wake,
The Monks,
PIL,
Rhythm & Sound,
Gregory Isaacs,
Henry Cow,
The Selecter,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Roger Hodgson,
DJ Sneak,
Blake Baxter,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Grey Daturas,
Bill Wells,
Yusef Lateef,
Jeru the Damaja,
Eurythmics,
Zero Boys,
Mark Hollis,
Popol Vuh,
EPMD,
Eden Ahbez,
LL Cool J,
Bad Manners,
Tim Buckley,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Bronski Beat,
Isaac Hayes,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Curtis Mayfield,
Crooked Eye,
Kaleidoscope,
Shoche,
Anthony Braxton,
the Slits,
Nils Olav,
Scrapy,
the Normal,
The Velvet Underground,
Ten City,
Boogie Down Productions,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Gories,
The Dave Clark Five,
Hashim,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Excepter,
Tres Demented,
The Human League,
Peter and Kerry,
Siglo XX,
L. Decosne,
Lightning Bolt,
Slave,
Ponytail,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
a-ha,
cv313, cv313, cv313, cv313.
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.