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 Indonesia and from Stockholm.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 Black Moon to the rock 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 Kurtis Blow. All the underground hits.
All Minor Threat tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Liaisons Dangereuses 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Quantec record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Zero Boys,
Urselle,
Mandrill,
Clear Light,
Funkadelic,
Althea and Donna,
Model 500,
Section 25,
ABBA,
Morten Harket,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Judy Mowatt,
Theoretical Girls,
Soul Sonic Force,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Nick Fraelich,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Loose Ends,
Tres Demented,
Dawn Penn,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The United States of America,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Niagra,
John Coltrane,
Mr. Review,
The Divine Comedy,
Eric Copeland,
A Certain Ratio,
Roxette,
Sex Pistols,
Swell Maps,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Bauhaus,
Liliput,
The Blackbyrds,
ABC,
Wally Richardson,
Ossler,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Arcadia,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Susan Cadogan,
Darondo,
The Beau Brummels,
Pantytec,
Vladislav Delay,
DJ Sneak,
Archie Shepp,
Peter & Gordon,
Brass Construction,
Kurtis Blow,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Lucky Dragons,
Cybotron,
Nico,
The Misunderstood,
Fad Gadget,
The Raincoats, The Raincoats, The Raincoats, The Raincoats.
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.