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 Albania and from New York.
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 1966 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 chamberlin 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 Gang Starr to the disco kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Gang of Four. All the underground hits.
All Bobbi Humphrey tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Marine Girls record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 harpsichord and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Whodini record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Trumans Water,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Pagans,
Reuben Wilson,
Hasil Adkins,
Anakelly,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Amon Düül,
The Standells,
Dark Day,
Gregory Isaacs,
Johnny Clarke,
Urselle,
Lou Reed,
Jeru the Damaja,
Robert Görl,
Junior Murvin,
China Crisis,
The Velvet Underground,
Outsiders,
Moebius,
Hashim,
One Last Wish,
The Zeros,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Arthur Verocai,
The Golliwogs,
Mission of Burma,
Desert Stars,
Cluster,
Amazonics,
Wire,
Q and Not U,
Kaleidoscope,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Negative Approach,
Angry Samoans,
Motorama,
Tubeway Army,
Vladislav Delay,
Donny Hathaway,
Khruangbin,
Tropical Tobacco,
Soft Machine,
Gang Green,
Eden Ahbez,
Scrapy,
Reagan Youth,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Stiv Bators,
L. Decosne,
Jerry's Kids,
Quantec,
Swans,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Smiths,
AZ,
Newcleus,
The Angels of Light,
Kas Product,
Gerry Rafferty,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
David McCallum,
New York Dolls, New York Dolls, New York Dolls, New York Dolls.
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.