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 Hungary and from Manchester.
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 1968 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
I was working on the spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Alarm Clocks to the rap 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 Steve Hackett. All the underground hits.
All Con Funk Shun tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Von Mondo 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 an organ and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lonnie Liston Smith record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Derrick May,
Kenny Larkin,
Joe Finger,
Dave Gahan,
Magma,
Stereo Dub,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Sister Nancy,
The Shadows of Knight,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Music Machine,
Sarah Menescal,
Alton Ellis,
Kayak,
Unrelated Segments,
Joensuu 1685,
Tim Buckley,
The Trojans,
Andrew Hill,
A Certain Ratio,
Newcleus,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Mandrill,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
David Axelrod,
The Standells,
Monks,
Moebius,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Cramps,
Vainqueur,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Gerry Rafferty,
Neu!,
Deadbeat,
Scrapy,
Al Stewart,
The Monks,
Funky Four + One,
Sun City Girls,
Ultimate Spinach,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Bobby Byrd,
The J.B.'s,
The American Breed,
Swans,
Suburban Knight,
Lou Reed,
The Invisible,
Roxette,
Little Man,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Kerri Chandler,
Johnny Osbourne,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Scott Walker,
Barbara Tucker,
The Barracudas,
R.M.O.,
The Black Dice,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Los Fastidios, Los Fastidios, Los Fastidios, Los Fastidios.
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.