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 Brunei and from Accra.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Throbbing Gristle show in London.
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 1961 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 1977 at the first Human League practice in a loft in Sheffield.
I was working on the sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Scott Walker to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines. All the underground hits.
All Bill Wells tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Alice Coltrane record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Neil Young,
Duran Duran,
Susan Cadogan,
Cybotron,
Crooked Eye,
Man Eating Sloth,
Toni Rubio,
Alice Coltrane,
Sun City Girls,
Jawbox,
Grey Daturas,
X-101,
Marc Almond,
Mark Hollis,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Bobby Byrd,
The J.B.'s,
Wasted Youth,
Country Teasers,
Gichy Dan,
Dorothy Ashby,
Quadrant,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Depeche Mode,
A Certain Ratio,
Smog,
Barry Ungar,
Wings,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Ronnie Foster,
John Holt,
The Wake,
The Sound,
Lalo Schifrin,
Maurizio,
Laurel Aitken,
Soft Cell,
Barbara Tucker,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Letta Mbulu,
Freddie Wadling,
Icehouse,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Vainqueur,
Alton Ellis,
Skarface,
Mary Jane Girls,
Drexciya,
June of 44,
The Slits,
The Angels of Light,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Niagra,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
U.S. Maple,
Angry Samoans,
Oneida,
Eric Dolphy,
Hoover, Hoover, Hoover, Hoover.
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.