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 Romania and from Manchester.
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 1962 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 marimba 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 Goldenarms to the rap kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Qualms. All the underground hits.
All Rahsaan Roland Kirk tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Sound record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a X-102 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Hot Snakes,
Joensuu 1685,
The Knickerbockers,
Faraquet,
The Happenings,
MC5,
Soul II Soul,
Inner City,
Radiohead,
Barrington Levy,
Roy Ayers,
Boz Scaggs,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Gabor Szabo,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Thompson Twins,
T.S.O.L.,
Scientists,
Blake Baxter,
Metal Thangz,
Darondo,
Faust,
Mantronix,
Iggy Pop,
John Lydon,
Chrome,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Aswad,
Camberwell Now,
The Seeds,
The Cosmic Jokers,
the Fania All-Stars,
Girls At Our Best!,
DNA,
Basic Channel,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Litter,
AZ,
Moby Grape,
Pere Ubu,
Rapeman,
Amon Düül,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Oneida,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Bluetip,
Harpers Bizarre,
Roxy Music,
Cluster,
K-Klass,
Chris & Cosey,
the Association,
Kerrie Biddell,
Gong,
Television Personalities,
Thee Headcoats,
Dual Sessions,
Panda Bear,
Bill Wells,
Judy Mowatt,
Theoretical Girls,
Junior Murvin,
Sister Nancy, Sister Nancy, Sister Nancy, Sister Nancy.
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.