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 Colombia and from Hong Kong.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
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 Stockholm and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 theremin 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 Jeff Mills to the electroclash 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 Sonny Sharrock. All the underground hits.
All Flash Fearless tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Traffic Nightmare record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 snare and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sam Rivers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Derrick May,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Nation of Ulysses,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Deakin,
The Sound,
Theoretical Girls,
The Detroit Cobras,
Das Ding,
CMW,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Erykah Badu,
Mr. Review,
Todd Terry,
Eli Mardock,
Groovy Waters,
Man Parrish,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Delta 5,
Cybotron,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Jeru the Damaja,
James White and The Blacks,
Ten City,
Scion,
New Age Steppers,
Bill Wells,
Stetsasonic,
The Skatalites,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Visage,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Iggy Pop,
Franke,
Be Bop Deluxe,
the Swans,
Minny Pops,
Dawn Penn,
Silicon Teens,
cv313,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Offenders,
Ituana,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Gories,
Saccharine Trust,
Lightning Bolt,
Slick Rick,
In Retrospect,
Ronan,
Gastr Del Sol,
June Days,
Kool Moe Dee,
Shoche,
The Buckinghams,
Pantaleimon,
Hoover,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Urselle, Urselle, Urselle, Urselle.
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.