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 Bahrain and from Copenhagen.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1961 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 synthesizer 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 Radio Birdman to the funk 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 The Smoke. All the underground hits.
All The Mighty Diamonds tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ultravox record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bobby Womack record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Smiths,
the Germs,
The Black Dice,
The Star Department,
Kurtis Blow,
Mad Mike,
Unwound,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Theoretical Girls,
Leonard Cohen,
Symarip,
Public Enemy,
Lakeside,
Junior Murvin,
Donald Byrd,
Gang Green,
Scrapy,
MDC,
Cybotron,
Black Bananas,
Sam Rivers,
Brick,
Michelle Simonal,
The Slackers,
The Leaves,
Piero Umiliani,
Von Mondo,
Dual Sessions,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Golliwogs,
X-101,
Barclay James Harvest,
Alton Ellis,
Alphaville,
Harmonia,
Barry Ungar,
Scott Walker,
The Techniques,
The Move,
Rhythm & Sound,
Gichy Dan,
Nils Olav,
AZ,
Fat Boys,
Tim Buckley,
The Smoke,
Rekid,
The Misunderstood,
Smog,
Lucky Dragons,
Radiohead,
Animal Collective,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Remains,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Slick Rick,
The Human League,
The Kinks,
Joey Negro,
Isaac Hayes, Isaac Hayes, Isaac Hayes, Isaac Hayes.
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.