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 Thailand and from Copenhagen.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 sitar 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 Con Funk Shun to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Ohio Players. All the underground hits.
All Hasil Adkins tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Pretty Things 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kings Of Tomorrow record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
John Cale,
Tim Buckley,
Cecil Taylor,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Desert Stars,
D'Angelo,
Junior Murvin,
Black Moon,
Hot Snakes,
Wasted Youth,
Y Pants,
Marine Girls,
Q and Not U,
Neu!,
The Names,
Ten City,
Cymande,
Popol Vuh,
Television,
The Real Kids,
the Normal,
Minor Threat,
Erasure,
Mark Hollis,
Albert Ayler,
The Monochrome Set,
Brass Construction,
Stetsasonic,
The Selecter,
Icehouse,
Terry Callier,
Erykah Badu,
Adolescents,
Patti Smith,
Bobby Sherman,
Excepter,
Kevin Saunderson,
Angry Samoans,
The Slits,
Connie Case,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
FM Einheit,
The Divine Comedy,
Maleditus Sound,
Niagra,
Shuggie Otis,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Heaven 17,
Eyeless In Gaza,
MC5,
Crispy Ambulance,
Pet Shop Boys,
Anthony Braxton,
Tom Boy,
Sex Pistols,
Scion,
Banda Bassotti,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Evens,
the Sonics, the Sonics, the Sonics, the Sonics.
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.