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 Korea South and from Madrid.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 1976 at the first Buzzcocks practice in a loft in Bolton.
I was working on the harpsichord 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 Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog to the dance kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Donald Byrd. All the underground hits.
All Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kings Of Tomorrow record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Brothers Johnson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Arthur Verocai,
Scion,
Black Moon,
Cybotron,
Colin Newman,
Grey Daturas,
Lalo Schifrin,
Sexual Harrassment,
Whodini,
Intrusion,
Agent Orange,
The Smoke,
The Young Rascals,
Can,
Sun Ra,
Soul Sonic Force,
Dual Sessions,
Urselle,
Faust,
Deepchord,
Bill Near,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Jeff Lynne,
Groovy Waters,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Martian,
Crispy Ambulance,
Joy Division,
The Shadows of Knight,
Q65,
The Real Kids,
Circle Jerks,
Unrelated Segments,
Wally Richardson,
The Saints,
Thee Headcoats,
Jerry's Kids,
Livin' Joy,
the Bar-Kays,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Supertramp,
The Monks,
Vladislav Delay,
Organ,
Eric Dolphy,
Royal Trux,
Cheater Slicks,
Lebanon Hanover,
Depeche Mode,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Harpers Bizarre,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Rakim,
Loose Ends,
The Gladiators,
Country Teasers,
Steve Hackett,
Das Ding,
The Wake,
Moebius,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Mandrill,
Sister Nancy,
Harry Pussy, Harry Pussy, Harry Pussy, Harry Pussy.
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.