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 Italy and from Taipei.
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 1960 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Bologna.
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 1977 at the first Human League practice in a loft in Sheffield.
I was working on the oboe 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 Piero Umiliani to the jazz kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Pantaleimon. All the underground hits.
All Slave tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Livin' Joy 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jerry's Kids record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Gladiators,
The J.B.'s,
Eric Copeland,
Marmalade,
Lyres,
Kas Product,
Icehouse,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Oblivians,
Bobby Womack,
Ossler,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Guru Guru,
Inner City,
Sight & Sound,
Chrome,
Lindisfarne,
Visage,
Eve St. Jones,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Traffic Nightmare,
Bootsy Collins,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Rekid,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Soul Sonic Force,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Talk Talk,
La Düsseldorf,
Crime,
Sunsets and Hearts,
L. Decosne,
Junior Murvin,
the Human League,
The Misunderstood,
Unrelated Segments,
Althea and Donna,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Drexciya,
Bobby Sherman,
Khruangbin,
Alison Limerick,
Country Teasers,
the Sonics,
Eden Ahbez,
Brick,
Spoonie Gee,
Smog,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Erykah Badu,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Essential Logic,
The Alarm Clocks,
Cheater Slicks,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Buzzcocks,
Rakim,
Joyce Sims,
Frankie Knuckles,
B.T. Express,
Magma, Magma, Magma, Magma.
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.