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 Slovakia 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 1960 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 1976 at the first Buzzcocks practice in a loft in Bolton.
I was working on the spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Jeff Lynne to the techno 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 The Kinks. All the underground hits.
All Max Romeo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jeff Mills record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Johnny Clarke,
The Electric Prunes,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Martian,
H. Thieme,
Anthony Braxton,
Flash Fearless,
Visage,
The Beau Brummels,
Chris Corsano,
Sexual Harrassment,
Niagra,
Unrelated Segments,
Henry Cow,
Eli Mardock,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Mantronix,
Aloha Tigers,
Wasted Youth,
Cal Tjader,
Howard Jones,
Technova,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
PIL,
Stereo Dub,
X-101,
The Saints,
Joe Smooth,
Stiv Bators,
Sam Rivers,
Audionom,
Andrew Hill,
Sex Pistols,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Hardrive,
Fear,
Pole,
Crash Course in Science,
Black Moon,
Popol Vuh,
The Grass Roots,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Camouflage,
Jacques Brel,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Sugar Minott,
K-Klass,
Radiohead,
Amon Düül II,
Soul Sonic Force,
Gregory Isaacs,
Roxy Music,
Franke,
MC5,
Tubeway Army,
Jeff Lynne,
Pere Ubu,
Cameo,
Surgeon,
David Bowie,
Kerri Chandler, Kerri Chandler, Kerri Chandler, Kerri Chandler.
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.