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 New Zealand and from Milan.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Arab on Radar to the rap 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 Barrington Levy. All the underground hits.
All Ludus tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lou Christie record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Half Japanese record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Barracudas,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Sight & Sound,
Nas,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Deakin,
Spandau Ballet,
Derrick May,
Dorothy Ashby,
Interpol,
Newcleus,
Cybotron,
PIL,
The Walker Brothers,
F. McDonald,
Kenny Larkin,
Procol Harum,
Alison Limerick,
Nick Fraelich,
Scott Walker,
Glenn Branca,
Al Stewart,
Duran Duran,
Clear Light,
Sugar Minott,
Harmonia,
Public Image Ltd.,
Wally Richardson,
Drive Like Jehu,
Index,
The Dave Clark Five,
Sexual Harrassment,
Radiopuhelimet,
Model 500,
Blancmange,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Mummies,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Joyce Sims,
Donny Hathaway,
Robert Hood,
kango's stein massive,
Vladislav Delay,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Crispian St. Peters,
Wings,
Oneida,
Rotary Connection,
Adolescents,
Desert Stars,
Das Ding,
Television,
Ten City,
The Blues Magoos,
the Germs,
Ralphi Rosario,
Heaven 17,
Kayak,
Rufus Thomas,
Young Marble Giants,
Soft Cell,
Andrew Hill,
Terrestrial Tones,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish, Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish, Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish, Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish.
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.