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 New Zealand and from Taipei.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 Radiopuhelimet to the rock 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 Moss Icon. All the underground hits.
All Judy Mowatt tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Notorious Big And Bone Thugs record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 spring reverb and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Slave record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba 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?
Charles Mingus,
The Seeds,
Deepchord,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Talk Talk,
The Fortunes,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Unrelated Segments,
Bill Near,
Nick Fraelich,
Lungfish,
Roxette,
Jeff Lynne,
Bobby Byrd,
Max Romeo,
The Martian,
DJ Style,
PIL,
Ronnie Foster,
Jawbox,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Duran Duran,
Essential Logic,
DNA,
The Monks,
The Sound,
Radiopuhelimet,
Section 25,
Graham Central Station,
Babytalk,
Niagra,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Icehouse,
Q65,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Fall,
Tom Boy,
Brick,
E-Dancer,
Fatback Band,
Goldenarms,
Matthew Halsall,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Symarip,
Skarface,
Gichy Dan,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Angry Samoans,
Massinfluence,
Quando Quango,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Dark Day,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Scan 7,
Cecil Taylor,
Au Pairs,
The Associates,
Newcleus,
Porter Ricks, Porter Ricks, Porter Ricks, Porter Ricks.
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.