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 Bosnia Herzegovina and from Spokane.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Lalo Schifrin to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel. All the underground hits.
All Godley & Creme tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Star Department 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Robert Wyatt,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Public Image Ltd.,
Angry Samoans,
Chrome,
Erasure,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Suburban Knight,
Depeche Mode,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Walker Brothers,
Outsiders,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Maleditus Sound,
L. Decosne,
Sarah Menescal,
Stereo Dub,
Man Eating Sloth,
Lower 48,
Interpol,
Neu!,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Trumans Water,
Gang of Four,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Residents,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Pulsallama,
Pere Ubu,
Dawn Penn,
The Count Five,
Agent Orange,
Livin' Joy,
Main Source,
Juan Atkins,
Anakelly,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Alton Ellis,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Liliput,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Underground Resistance,
Sixth Finger,
Khruangbin,
X-102,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Brothers Johnson,
Byron Stingily,
Mantronix,
Rufus Thomas,
Maurizio,
Lebanon Hanover,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Angels of Light,
Model 500,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
FM Einheit,
Reuben Wilson,
Cameo,
Stiv Bators, Stiv Bators, Stiv Bators, Stiv Bators.
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.