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 Iceland and from Accra.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Black Bananas to the rock 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 Erasure. All the underground hits.
All Cybotron tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every E-Dancer record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sly & The Family Stone record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dennis Brown,
T. Rex,
The Cowsills,
Jeff Lynne,
Bobby Womack,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Black Dice,
The Sound,
Nirvana,
Maleditus Sound,
David McCallum,
Eric Dolphy,
The Durutti Column,
Jeff Mills,
Bobby Sherman,
Clear Light,
The Dirtbombs,
Rufus Thomas,
The Saints,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Ralphi Rosario,
Nils Olav,
Ponytail,
The Moody Blues,
June of 44,
Eden Ahbez,
New Age Steppers,
Albert Ayler,
Saccharine Trust,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Model 500,
Rekid,
Prince Buster,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Letta Mbulu,
H. Thieme,
The Gladiators,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Index,
Grauzone,
Junior Murvin,
DNA,
Isaac Hayes,
Arthur Verocai,
Lyres,
Average White Band,
Tim Buckley,
Rotary Connection,
Davy DMX,
Yellowson,
Jerry's Kids,
Hashim,
Scion,
Radiohead,
Tres Demented,
Funkadelic,
Magazine,
Blake Baxter,
Joe Smooth,
Jimmy McGriff,
Outsiders,
Scott Walker, Scott Walker, Scott Walker, Scott Walker.
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.