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 Georgia 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 1963 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 arpeggiator 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 Jerry's Kids to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Anthony Braxton. All the underground hits.
All Jesper Dahlback tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Scan 7 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Toni Rubio record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lindisfarne,
The Gap Band,
The Black Dice,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Public Enemy,
Bizarre Inc.,
Intrusion,
Susan Cadogan,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Unwound,
Sun City Girls,
Robert Görl,
The Fortunes,
Piero Umiliani,
June Days,
The Busters,
The Detroit Cobras,
Boogie Down Productions,
Andrew Hill,
The Gladiators,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Tom Boy,
Young Marble Giants,
Throbbing Gristle,
Underground Resistance,
Tomorrow,
Ohio Players,
Groovy Waters,
Brand Nubian,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Mummies,
Minnie Riperton,
Rosa Yemen,
John Coltrane,
Jeff Lynne,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Saccharine Trust,
Wings,
The Motions,
Nick Fraelich,
MC5,
Blossom Toes,
Au Pairs,
Essential Logic,
Idris Muhammad,
Rites of Spring,
Donald Byrd,
Morten Harket,
Ken Boothe,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
PIL,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Gang Green,
Alton Ellis,
Japan,
Barry Ungar,
Bobby Byrd,
The Durutti Column,
ABBA,
Hot Snakes, Hot Snakes, Hot Snakes, Hot Snakes.
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.