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 Finland and from Cairo.
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 1963 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 1977 at the first Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
I was working on the rhodes 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 Cybotron to the techno 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 David Axelrod. All the underground hits.
All Quando Quango tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Knickerbockers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a A Flock of Seagulls record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Fortunes,
The Raincoats,
Gichy Dan,
Lalo Schifrin,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Eden Ahbez,
Skarface,
kango's stein massive,
Idris Muhammad,
Ken Boothe,
Mars,
Tropical Tobacco,
Howard Jones,
EPMD,
Gang Starr,
Pharoah Sanders,
Tears for Fears,
Soft Machine,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Pantytec,
Fatback Band,
Sight & Sound,
the Bar-Kays,
Swans,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Hashim,
The Star Department,
Fluxion,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Con Funk Shun,
Throbbing Gristle,
Swell Maps,
The Martian,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Bobby Womack,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Lou Reed,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Joey Negro,
Jeff Lynne,
The Doors,
Severed Heads,
H. Thieme,
Sonic Youth,
Danielle Patucci,
Erykah Badu,
Prince Buster,
Lindisfarne,
Parry Music,
Charles Mingus,
Desert Stars,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Crime,
Yellowson,
Barry Ungar,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Pretty Things,
Index,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Bob Dylan,
The Gun Club, The Gun Club, The Gun Club, The Gun Club.
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.