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 Cairo.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Michelle Simonal to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Bush Tetras. All the underground hits.
All The New Christs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jesper Dahlbäck record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 clarinet and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Donny Hathaway record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Amon Düül II,
Eddi Front,
Rites of Spring,
CMW,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
John Coltrane,
The Misunderstood,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Kevin Saunderson,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Mandrill,
Soul Sonic Force,
the Human League,
Brand Nubian,
ABBA,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Charles Mingus,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Robert Wyatt,
K-Klass,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Warsaw,
Marmalade,
Panda Bear,
Slick Rick,
Goldenarms,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Schoolly D,
Joey Negro,
Procol Harum,
Terry Callier,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Scientists,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Cheater Slicks,
Kurtis Blow,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Grandmaster Flash,
UT,
Scan 7,
8 Eyed Spy,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Surgeon,
The United States of America,
Joe Smooth,
Pulsallama,
Marc Almond,
The Fall,
The Smoke,
Massinfluence,
Thee Headcoats,
Youth Brigade,
Black Pus,
Chris & Cosey,
Wings,
L. Decosne,
Lindisfarne,
Eden Ahbez,
New York Dolls,
The Music Machine,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Knickerbockers, The Knickerbockers, The Knickerbockers, The Knickerbockers.
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.