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 China and from Tehran.
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 1967 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 The Count Five to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Joey Negro. All the underground hits.
All cv313 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every OOIOO 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pierre Henry record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Tears for Fears,
Danielle Patucci,
Zero Boys,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Delta 5,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Sam Rivers,
John Lydon,
This Heat,
48th St. Collective,
MDC,
Popol Vuh,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Slick Rick,
the Fania All-Stars,
Animal Collective,
8 Eyed Spy,
Dennis Brown,
Max Romeo,
Audionom,
Mantronix,
Faust,
Barbara Tucker,
Charles Mingus,
Pagans,
The Pop Group,
Alice Coltrane,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Dorothy Ashby,
Peter & Gordon,
Arcadia,
The Dirtbombs,
OOIOO,
Radio Birdman,
Maleditus Sound,
Pulsallama,
Flipper,
Excepter,
The Count Five,
Arthur Verocai,
Young Marble Giants,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Marvin Gaye,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Todd Rundgren,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Tubeway Army,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Funkadelic,
Bobby Womack,
Unwound,
UT,
Babytalk,
DJ Sneak,
Frankie Knuckles,
Easy Going,
Fugazi,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Bad Manners, Bad Manners, Bad Manners, Bad Manners.
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.