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 Australia and from Lille.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1964 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 mellotron 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 Brand Nubian to the techno kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Whodini. All the underground hits.
All Livin' Joy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Theoretical Girls record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 theremin and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Little Man record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Raincoats,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Roger Hodgson,
John Coltrane,
Tres Demented,
One Last Wish,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Kinks,
Au Pairs,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Nik Kershaw,
Gregory Isaacs,
Hasil Adkins,
Livin' Joy,
Pagans,
Erykah Badu,
Pere Ubu,
OOIOO,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Detroit Cobras,
Can,
John Cale,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Oneida,
The Cure,
Royal Trux,
Niagra,
Charles Mingus,
Quadrant,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Andrew Hill,
Marshall Jefferson,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Iggy Pop,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Standells,
Alice Coltrane,
Chrome,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Fire Engines,
The Neon Judgement,
Minnie Riperton,
Procol Harum,
ABBA,
The Flesh Eaters,
Monolake,
Kevin Saunderson,
the Human League,
Young Marble Giants,
Don Cherry,
Howard Jones,
The United States of America,
Morten Harket,
Main Source,
Yellowson,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Moleskins,
Ronnie Foster,
The Seeds,
Intrusion, Intrusion, Intrusion, Intrusion.
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.