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 Burkina and from Portland.
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 1962 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 theremin 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 Jeru the Damaja to the rap 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 Erykah Badu. All the underground hits.
All The Blues Magoos tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Procol Harum record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 mellotron and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ohio Players record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Piero Umiliani,
ABBA,
Wolf Eyes,
Kevin Saunderson,
Model 500,
H. Thieme,
Stiv Bators,
Terrestrial Tones,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Jeff Mills,
Idris Muhammad,
Roger Hodgson,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Tommy Roe,
Royal Trux,
The Associates,
Sparks,
Robert Wyatt,
Lyres,
Porter Ricks,
Throbbing Gristle,
Urselle,
Carl Craig,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Alison Limerick,
Technova,
Deakin,
Connie Case,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Grey Daturas,
Cheater Slicks,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Young Rascals,
The Durutti Column,
Yellowson,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Schoolly D,
48th St. Collective,
The Knickerbockers,
Mission of Burma,
Scion,
The Birthday Party,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Niagra,
Alice Coltrane,
Drive Like Jehu,
Howard Jones,
The Names,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Brick,
Barclay James Harvest,
Metal Thangz,
Jeff Lynne,
X-101,
Hasil Adkins,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Saints,
The Techniques,
The Real Kids,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Cowsills, The Cowsills, The Cowsills, The Cowsills.
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.