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 New Zealand and from Beijing.
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 1969 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 808 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 Ossler to the grunge kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Heavy D & The Boyz. All the underground hits.
All Stetsasonic tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bobby Hutcherson 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Scott Walker + Sunn O))) record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Robert Wyatt,
The Dirtbombs,
LL Cool J,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Kayak,
Letta Mbulu,
Joyce Sims,
Michelle Simonal,
Y Pants,
Gabor Szabo,
Traffic Nightmare,
Slave,
The Saints,
Cecil Taylor,
Throbbing Gristle,
Goldenarms,
cv313,
Stereo Dub,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Cybotron,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Brothers Johnson,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Morten Harket,
Deepchord,
Zero Boys,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Black Sheep,
Kerri Chandler,
The Gories,
June Days,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Laurel Aitken,
The Electric Prunes,
The Selecter,
Black Flag,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Birthday Party,
Massinfluence,
The Sound,
Swans,
Bootsy Collins,
The Fire Engines,
Tommy Roe,
The Tremeloes,
The Fall,
JFA,
Fela Kuti,
Lou Reed,
Joy Division,
Scan 7,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Tubeway Army,
Sister Nancy,
Andrew Hill,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Ohio Players,
DNA,
Black Moon,
Alice Coltrane,
The Men They Couldn't Hang, The Men They Couldn't Hang, The Men They Couldn't Hang, The Men They Couldn't Hang.
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.