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 Guinea-Bissau and from Delhi.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1967 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 Siglo XX to the grime 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 Cabaret Voltaire. All the underground hits.
All Barbara Tucker tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every New Order record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Essential Logic record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Minny Pops,
Joe Smooth,
Judy Mowatt,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Misunderstood,
Marine Girls,
Swans,
Crispian St. Peters,
the Swans,
Ludus,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Modern Lovers,
The Neon Judgement,
Wings,
Q65,
Popol Vuh,
Avey Tare,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Max Romeo,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Shuggie Otis,
Amon Düül,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Aaron Thompson,
Andrew Hill,
The Gun Club,
Ten City,
Mary Jane Girls,
Sun City Girls,
The Leaves,
Bobby Womack,
DJ Style,
Steve Hackett,
Scott Walker,
OOIOO,
Goldenarms,
Cheater Slicks,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Move,
Neil Young,
Bobby Byrd,
Wolf Eyes,
Yusef Lateef,
Surgeon,
Eve St. Jones,
Trumans Water,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Jacob Miller,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
John Holt,
The Litter,
The Grass Roots,
The Mummies,
Pylon,
Mars,
Gong,
Brick,
E-Dancer,
Audionom,
Nation of Ulysses,
Kayak,
Echospace,
Make Up, Make Up, Make Up, Make Up.
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.