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 Guinea and from Portland.
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 1961 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 guitar 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 Oblivians to the techno 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 Girls At Our Best!. All the underground hits.
All Matthew Halsall tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Durutti Column record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Andrew Hill record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sun Ra,
Organ,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
X-102,
Eden Ahbez,
Thompson Twins,
Vainqueur,
Byron Stingily,
The Evens,
Bush Tetras,
James White and The Blacks,
Black Pus,
Brick,
Con Funk Shun,
MDC,
Suburban Knight,
cv313,
Jerry Gold Smith,
MC5,
Quando Quango,
Spandau Ballet,
The Selecter,
Flash Fearless,
The Beau Brummels,
Donald Byrd,
The Red Krayola,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Derrick Morgan,
Harmonia,
Guru Guru,
Tropical Tobacco,
Surgeon,
Marcia Griffiths,
Bronski Beat,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Mars,
Lou Reed,
The Associates,
The Happenings,
Qualms,
John Lydon,
The Real Kids,
Soulsonic Force,
Ossler,
Crash Course in Science,
The Misunderstood,
The Young Rascals,
Man Eating Sloth,
Kurtis Blow,
The Human League,
Judy Mowatt,
Altered Images,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Minnie Riperton,
Shuggie Otis,
Sexual Harrassment,
Fatback Band,
The Remains,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Tremeloes,
Cybotron,
Crime,
Gerry Rafferty, Gerry Rafferty, Gerry Rafferty, Gerry Rafferty.
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.