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 Norway and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1964 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 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 Gang of Four to the jazz kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Lakeside. All the underground hits.
All Sun City Girls tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Peter and Kerry record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Happenings record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
A Certain Ratio,
Terrestrial Tones,
Neil Young,
Ludus,
Drexciya,
Black Moon,
Dawn Penn,
Godley & Creme,
Judy Mowatt,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Sugar Minott,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Cluster,
The Evens,
The Blues Magoos,
The Skatalites,
Joy Division,
Jeff Lynne,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Buzzcocks,
Brass Construction,
Sandy B,
Depeche Mode,
Reuben Wilson,
Laurel Aitken,
Talk Talk,
One Last Wish,
Deakin,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
X-Ray Spex,
Electric Prunes,
Bush Tetras,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Cure,
Underground Resistance,
Arab on Radar,
Marmalade,
Camouflage,
the Bar-Kays,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Frankie Knuckles,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Gap Band,
The Happenings,
Urselle,
Gastr Del Sol,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Minny Pops,
The Doobie Brothers,
Shuggie Otis,
Kas Product,
The Standells,
The Modern Lovers,
Sun Ra,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Pop Group,
Outsiders,
Skarface,
Tommy Roe, Tommy Roe, Tommy Roe, Tommy Roe.
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.