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 Mexico and from Lagos.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 synthesizer 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 the Human League to the grunge 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 Donny Hathaway. All the underground hits.
All A Certain Ratio tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Trumans Water record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 an oboe and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Kinks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Los Fastidios,
Rekid,
Skarface,
EPMD,
The Offenders,
Dual Sessions,
The Searchers,
Pantytec,
Pantaleimon,
Radiohead,
Max Romeo,
Josef K,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Glambeats Corp.,
Darondo,
Ken Boothe,
Ohio Players,
James White and The Blacks,
The Trojans,
Whodini,
Cecil Taylor,
Mars,
The Modern Lovers,
The Flesh Eaters,
Soul II Soul,
Blake Baxter,
Ultra Naté,
Technova,
Kaleidoscope,
The Detroit Cobras,
Kool Moe Dee,
Altered Images,
The Happenings,
Agent Orange,
MC5,
Quadrant,
Royal Trux,
Sällskapet,
Rhythm & Sound,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Silicon Teens,
Moss Icon,
Wally Richardson,
The Real Kids,
Marvin Gaye,
The J.B.'s,
Ultimate Spinach,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
MDC,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Tubeway Army,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Magma,
Glenn Branca,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
the Association,
Scott Walker,
Joe Smooth,
Ornette Coleman,
Von Mondo,
Marc Almond,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Delta 5, Delta 5, Delta 5, Delta 5.
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.