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 Papua New Guinea and from Lyon.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the spring reverb 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 Brand Nubian to the disco 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 Stetsasonic. All the underground hits.
All Adolescents tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bizarre Inc. record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 an arpeggiator and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lucky Dragons record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Blake Baxter,
The Birthday Party,
Sandy B,
Man Parrish,
Liliput,
This Heat,
The Victims,
DJ Style,
Loose Ends,
Althea and Donna,
Howard Jones,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
cv313,
The Knickerbockers,
Bootsy Collins,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Warsaw,
Amazonics,
Sight & Sound,
The Flesh Eaters,
DJ Sneak,
Roger Hodgson,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Avey Tare,
Ralphi Rosario,
Ice-T,
AZ,
Darondo,
Eve St. Jones,
The Dave Clark Five,
Boz Scaggs,
The Fortunes,
ABC,
Con Funk Shun,
The Zeros,
Fela Kuti,
The Last Poets,
The Litter,
Moebius,
Los Fastidios,
Banda Bassotti,
Dual Sessions,
Scrapy,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Wolf Eyes,
La Düsseldorf,
The Star Department,
Wasted Youth,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Niagra,
Television Personalities,
kango's stein massive,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Fall,
Matthew Bourne,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Soft Machine,
The Gladiators,
Sparks,
The J.B.'s,
Audionom,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Modern Lovers, The Modern Lovers, The Modern Lovers, The Modern Lovers.
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.