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 Nepal 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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Procol Harum to the techno kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Curtis Mayfield. All the underground hits.
All Yellowson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Alphaville record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gichy Dan record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Icehouse,
Trumans Water,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Monochrome Set,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Alice Coltrane,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Man Parrish,
Peter & Gordon,
The Music Machine,
Vladislav Delay,
The Cure,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Nas,
Kenny Larkin,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Lyres,
Darondo,
Glenn Branca,
Nico,
Sexual Harrassment,
Lakeside,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Erykah Badu,
Reuben Wilson,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Drexciya,
Ice-T,
Nick Fraelich,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Walker Brothers,
Excepter,
Letta Mbulu,
Roy Ayers,
Byron Stingily,
Pussy Galore,
Moebius,
Stiv Bators,
Joy Division,
The Moleskins,
Blancmange,
Marshall Jefferson,
Boredoms,
The Blues Magoos,
Nirvana,
Little Man,
Dave Gahan,
Matthew Halsall,
Danielle Patucci,
E-Dancer,
The Star Department,
Yusef Lateef,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
X-102,
The Dave Clark Five,
Avey Tare,
Piero Umiliani,
Althea and Donna,
Fugazi,
Stereo Dub,
Ronnie Foster,
Hardrive,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Gories, The Gories, The Gories, The Gories.
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.