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 Hungary and from Houston.
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 1961 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 Human League practice in a loft in Sheffield.
I was working on the synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Con Funk Shun to the jazz 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 Peter & Gordon. All the underground hits.
All The Divine Comedy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Motions record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Royal Family And The Poor record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Hashim,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Piero Umiliani,
Motorama,
Thompson Twins,
The Electric Prunes,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Mo-Dettes,
Gong,
The Last Poets,
Model 500,
Harpers Bizarre,
Mad Mike,
Lightning Bolt,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Blancmange,
The Fortunes,
Grauzone,
Symarip,
Simply Red,
Patti Smith,
Niagra,
Flipper,
Scratch Acid,
Lou Reed,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Misunderstood,
Icehouse,
The Buckinghams,
the Slits,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Gories,
Stiv Bators,
David Axelrod,
The Fall,
Lindisfarne,
Cabaret Voltaire,
the Germs,
Interpol,
Marmalade,
Eden Ahbez,
Wire,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Golliwogs,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Gil Scott Heron,
Amon Düül II,
Rufus Thomas,
ABBA,
Nik Kershaw,
Heaven 17,
Bill Wells,
The Durutti Column,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Walker Brothers,
Darondo,
D'Angelo,
Warren Ellis,
La Düsseldorf,
Throbbing Gristle,
Malaria!,
Index, Index, Index, Index.
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.