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 Fiji and from Hong Kong.
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 1965 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Glasgow.
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 1977 at the first Human League practice in a loft in Sheffield.
I was working on the arpeggiator 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 Susan Cadogan to the rap 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 Glenn Branca. All the underground hits.
All Yusef Lateef tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Charles Mingus record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar 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?
The Monks,
The Misunderstood,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Mandrill,
New York Dolls,
Magma,
Ice-T,
Davy DMX,
Scott Walker,
Fluxion,
Symarip,
Pylon,
Easy Going,
Wolf Eyes,
Todd Terry,
Clear Light,
The Offenders,
Bizarre Inc.,
Scan 7,
Yellowson,
Tres Demented,
Nik Kershaw,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Evens,
Unwound,
The Moody Blues,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Lee Hazlewood,
Janne Schatter,
Moby Grape,
Terrestrial Tones,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Trojans,
Vladislav Delay,
Eden Ahbez,
The Velvet Underground,
Fifty Foot Hose,
One Last Wish,
Kas Product,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Letta Mbulu,
Silicon Teens,
Yaz,
Pere Ubu,
Sällskapet,
Drive Like Jehu,
Stetsasonic,
Los Fastidios,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
John Coltrane,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Rites of Spring,
Theoretical Girls,
Outsiders,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Brass Construction,
Spandau Ballet,
Roger Hodgson,
The Pretty Things,
Grey Daturas,
Excepter,
Gang Starr, Gang Starr, Gang Starr, Gang Starr.
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.