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 Germany and from Copenhagen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Halifax.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Man Eating Sloth to the rock 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 Hashim. All the underground hits.
All The Techniques tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Human League record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Skarface,
John Holt,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Hardrive,
Eurythmics,
AZ,
Matthew Halsall,
Mandrill,
Alison Limerick,
Robert Wyatt,
Simply Red,
Donald Byrd,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Eve St. Jones,
Outsiders,
DJ Sneak,
Roxy Music,
Magazine,
Drexciya,
R.M.O.,
Glenn Branca,
The Litter,
Marmalade,
Jimmy McGriff,
Throbbing Gristle,
John Lydon,
a-ha,
Gang of Four,
China Crisis,
Gregory Isaacs,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Country Teasers,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Moody Blues,
Gang Gang Dance,
Bobby Womack,
La Düsseldorf,
Sex Pistols,
Mr. Review,
Kerrie Biddell,
OOIOO,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Spandau Ballet,
Anthony Braxton,
Yellowson,
Bill Near,
Cheater Slicks,
Ten City,
Bill Wells,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Names,
Shuggie Otis,
Harpers Bizarre,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Kas Product,
Unwound,
Depeche Mode,
Youth Brigade,
UT,
Lyres,
Icehouse,
Gerry Rafferty,
Gian Franco Pienzio, Gian Franco Pienzio, Gian Franco Pienzio, Gian Franco Pienzio.
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.