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 Slovenia and from Bremen.
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 1967 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Halifax 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 Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the chamberlin 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 Sound to the disco 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 Livin' Joy. All the underground hits.
All Scion tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Alton Ellis record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 snare and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Simply Red record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Wolf Eyes,
Kool Moe Dee,
Talk Talk,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Soul II Soul,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Blackbyrds,
Ludus,
Howard Jones,
Rites of Spring,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Letta Mbulu,
The Smoke,
Bluetip,
Ultimate Spinach,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Jawbox,
Animal Collective,
DJ Sneak,
Pierre Henry,
New Order,
Radiopuhelimet,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Kerri Chandler,
Livin' Joy,
The Stooges,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Leonard Cohen,
Heaven 17,
Warsaw,
Ornette Coleman,
Prince Buster,
Sight & Sound,
Godley & Creme,
Audionom,
the Swans,
Yusef Lateef,
Soul Sonic Force,
Derrick May,
Vladislav Delay,
Circle Jerks,
Niagra,
The Alarm Clocks,
Dennis Brown,
The Human League,
Subhumans,
David McCallum,
Maleditus Sound,
Piero Umiliani,
The Pop Group,
Stiv Bators,
John Coltrane,
The Detroit Cobras,
cv313,
Marc Almond,
The Divine Comedy,
Cymande,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Con Funk Shun,
Second Layer,
Model 500,
The Monochrome Set,
Sunsets and Hearts, Sunsets and Hearts, Sunsets and Hearts, Sunsets and Hearts.
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.