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 Serbia and from Glasgow.
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 1963 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Suicide to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 DJ Sneak. All the underground hits.
All Motorama tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 chamberlin and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a A Flock of Seagulls record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Danielle Patucci,
Magma,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Raincoats,
E-Dancer,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Franke,
Pantaleimon,
Kayak,
Rakim,
Dennis Brown,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Deadbeat,
The Index,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Supertramp,
Brothers Johnson,
Sun City Girls,
Warren Ellis,
the Sonics,
The Tremeloes,
Hot Snakes,
Boredoms,
The Happenings,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Easy Going,
Eurythmics,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
KRS-One,
Half Japanese,
Theoretical Girls,
Agent Orange,
Eric B and Rakim,
Simply Red,
Joe Smooth,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Sällskapet,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Fortunes,
The Beau Brummels,
Desert Stars,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Vladislav Delay,
Fluxion,
The Gories,
Buzzcocks,
Terrestrial Tones,
Archie Shepp,
The Last Poets,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Lalann,
The Sonics,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Brass Construction,
Shuggie Otis,
Jeru the Damaja,
Black Pus,
Gong,
Eve St. Jones, Eve St. Jones, Eve St. Jones, Eve St. Jones.
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.