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 Nicaragua and from Delhi.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1964 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Beijing.
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 1975 at the first Throbbing Gristle practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the sitar 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 Bluetip to the funk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Echo & the Bunnymen. All the underground hits.
All Strawberry Alarm Clock tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Divine Comedy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kevin Saunderson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Con Funk Shun,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
OOIOO,
Lee Hazlewood,
New Age Steppers,
Fugazi,
Radiopuhelimet,
Blossom Toes,
Hot Snakes,
a-ha,
The Blackbyrds,
Black Bananas,
Lakeside,
Robert Görl,
Deepchord,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Metal Thangz,
Stetsasonic,
Rhythm & Sound,
Drexciya,
Wire,
Joe Smooth,
The Gladiators,
cv313,
Main Source,
8 Eyed Spy,
Lightning Bolt,
Funky Four + One,
Magazine,
the Soft Cell,
The Happenings,
Deakin,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Panda Bear,
Tres Demented,
Soul Sonic Force,
Pulsallama,
John Lydon,
Slave,
David McCallum,
The Techniques,
Youth Brigade,
The Remains,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Nico,
Soul II Soul,
The Pretty Things,
Qualms,
Terry Callier,
Easy Going,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Joe Finger,
The Grass Roots,
Ohio Players,
Godley & Creme,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Soulsonic Force,
Ultravox,
Oblivians, Oblivians, Oblivians, Oblivians.
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.