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 Cambodia and from Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 spring reverb 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 Happenings to the grime kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 John Cale. All the underground hits.
All Boredoms tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Erasure record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Brothers Johnson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nik Kershaw,
Avey Tare,
Siglo XX,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Cowsills,
Soulsonic Force,
The Doors,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Television Personalities,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Nick Fraelich,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Harry Pussy,
Royal Trux,
Monks,
Fela Kuti,
Kenny Larkin,
Rapeman,
B.T. Express,
Isaac Hayes,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Wally Richardson,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Matthew Bourne,
The Associates,
Scan 7,
The Vogues,
Spandau Ballet,
Dorothy Ashby,
Dark Day,
Echospace,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Cecil Taylor,
Bizarre Inc.,
Brick,
Ultimate Spinach,
Hashim,
T. Rex,
Rhythm & Sound,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Dave Clark Five,
Make Up,
Man Parrish,
Bluetip,
Michelle Simonal,
Khruangbin,
Chrome,
Radiohead,
Joe Finger,
Circle Jerks,
Das Ding,
Amon Düül II,
Erasure,
The Fortunes,
Rod Modell,
Fluxion,
the Bar-Kays,
CMW,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Frankie Knuckles,
David McCallum, David McCallum, David McCallum, David McCallum.
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.