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 Djibouti and from Tokyo.
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 1961 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Beijing.
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 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 Lafayette Afro Rock Band to the funk 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 Ossler. All the underground hits.
All Skarface tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mr. Review record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Sonics record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fort Wilson Riot,
Black Pus,
The Detroit Cobras,
Pantytec,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Alton Ellis,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Ken Boothe,
Interpol,
Trumans Water,
David Axelrod,
Joyce Sims,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Eddi Front,
U.S. Maple,
Lou Christie,
Flipper,
Marshall Jefferson,
Davy DMX,
The Blackbyrds,
Ituana,
Mr. Review,
Rakim,
Donny Hathaway,
Sixth Finger,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Technova,
Sonic Youth,
Drive Like Jehu,
Swans,
Subhumans,
Lower 48,
Chrome,
Kayak,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Standells,
Eli Mardock,
ABBA,
Juan Atkins,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Babytalk,
JFA,
The Zeros,
Black Bananas,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Moss Icon,
Niagra,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Toni Rubio,
Harry Pussy,
Saccharine Trust,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Heaven 17,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Velvet Underground,
Eve St. Jones,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Nico,
Warsaw,
The Fortunes,
The Durutti Column,
Au Pairs, Au Pairs, Au Pairs, Au Pairs.
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.