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 Denmark and from Jakarta.
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 1963 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 arpeggiator 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 Shadows of Knight to the crunk 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 Jandek. All the underground hits.
All Thompson Twins tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every 10cc 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Joyce Sims record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Pulsallama,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Malaria!,
The Motions,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Cheater Slicks,
Black Pus,
a-ha,
Angry Samoans,
Eric Copeland,
The Gap Band,
Soft Cell,
The Doobie Brothers,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Lee Hazlewood,
the Association,
Kerri Chandler,
Sparks,
Organ,
Warren Ellis,
Kool Moe Dee,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Hasil Adkins,
Ken Boothe,
Gil Scott Heron,
Ludus,
The Birthday Party,
Connie Case,
The Leaves,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Cure,
The Count Five,
Porter Ricks,
E-Dancer,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Five Americans,
Ponytail,
Deepchord,
ABC,
Tomorrow,
This Heat,
Laurel Aitken,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
PIL,
Lindisfarne,
Cymande,
The Alarm Clocks,
Bobby Byrd,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Stockholm Monsters,
Kevin Saunderson,
Marc Almond,
Scrapy,
Minny Pops,
Nick Fraelich,
Inner City,
Altered Images,
Amon Düül II,
The Flesh Eaters,
Maurizio,
Pere Ubu,
Moebius, Moebius, Moebius, Moebius.
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.