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 Maldives and from London.
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 1966 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Judy Mowatt to the rock kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Oblivians. All the underground hits.
All Roxy Music tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Piero Umiliani record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Johnny Osbourne record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Electric Light Orchestra,
Harry Pussy,
R.M.O.,
The Blues Magoos,
Camberwell Now,
Dawn Penn,
The J.B.'s,
Cybotron,
Pylon,
Funky Four + One,
Minutemen,
Lalann,
Gastr Del Sol,
Black Moon,
Joensuu 1685,
Hoover,
Simply Red,
The Knickerbockers,
Accadde A,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Thee Headcoats,
Harmonia,
Patti Smith,
Frankie Knuckles,
The American Breed,
The Vogues,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Divine Comedy,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Massinfluence,
Arcadia,
John Lydon,
The Walker Brothers,
Yusef Lateef,
Kayak,
John Coltrane,
Darondo,
Visage,
The Electric Prunes,
Public Image Ltd.,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Monochrome Set,
Carl Craig,
PIL,
X-102,
The Pretty Things,
Bush Tetras,
Boogie Down Productions,
Barry Ungar,
Crooked Eye,
Hardrive,
Rapeman,
Urselle,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Todd Terry,
Sixth Finger,
Stetsasonic,
DNA,
The Smiths,
Brick,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band, Lafayette Afro Rock Band, Lafayette Afro Rock Band, Lafayette Afro Rock Band.
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.