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 Venezuela and from Columbus.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 arpeggiator 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 Ultra Naté to the funk 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 Deakin. All the underground hits.
All Rufus Thomas tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every K-Klass record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 sitar and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Porter Ricks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Steve Hackett,
The Knickerbockers,
Aural Exciters,
The Fugs,
Alice Coltrane,
Black Moon,
Prince Buster,
Robert Wyatt,
Liliput,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Blake Baxter,
Stereo Dub,
U.S. Maple,
Japan,
John Lydon,
Traffic Nightmare,
Derrick Morgan,
Gregory Isaacs,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Brick,
Toni Rubio,
Johnny Osbourne,
Yazoo,
Curtis Mayfield,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Lungfish,
Donald Byrd,
New Order,
X-Ray Spex,
Charles Mingus,
Eden Ahbez,
Sam Rivers,
Darondo,
Clear Light,
Morten Harket,
Joyce Sims,
The Alarm Clocks,
Pere Ubu,
The Young Rascals,
Hasil Adkins,
Radio Birdman,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Warren Ellis,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Eddi Front,
The Pop Group,
The Monochrome Set,
The Star Department,
Inner City,
Cecil Taylor,
Barclay James Harvest,
Television Personalities,
Dorothy Ashby,
Dual Sessions,
Skriet,
The Moody Blues,
Lalann,
Sound Behaviour,
Silicon Teens,
The Smoke,
Jacques Brel, Jacques Brel, Jacques Brel, Jacques Brel.
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.