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 Singapore and from Mumbai.
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 1964 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the spring reverb 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 Roxy Music to the techno kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Banda Bassotti. All the underground hits.
All Essential Logic tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nik Kershaw record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Icehouse record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Glenn Branca,
Eli Mardock,
Procol Harum,
JFA,
Kaleidoscope,
Matthew Halsall,
Funkadelic,
June of 44,
The Cure,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Pantytec,
Curtis Mayfield,
Traffic Nightmare,
Sex Pistols,
Lou Reed,
Junior Murvin,
The Last Poets,
Radiohead,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Sällskapet,
Eurythmics,
Scott Walker,
The Slackers,
David Axelrod,
The Moleskins,
John Lydon,
the Human League,
the Bar-Kays,
Panda Bear,
Urselle,
Marc Almond,
Derrick May,
ABBA,
Sight & Sound,
The Detroit Cobras,
Don Cherry,
MDC,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Main Source,
PIL,
Massinfluence,
T. Rex,
Nas,
the Association,
The Remains,
Pierre Henry,
The Monochrome Set,
Magazine,
Girls At Our Best!,
Donny Hathaway,
kango's stein massive,
Janne Schatter,
Youth Brigade,
Godley & Creme,
Eddi Front,
X-102,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Whodini,
Frankie Knuckles,
Gang Starr,
The Names, The Names, The Names, The Names.
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.