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 Israel and from Madrid.
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 1961 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Edmonton.
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 1977 at the first Human League practice in a loft in Sheffield.
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 China Crisis to the dance kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Infiniti. All the underground hits.
All Glambeats Corp. tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fela Kuti record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gastr Del Sol record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Spandau Ballet,
Banda Bassotti,
Massinfluence,
Man Parrish,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Scrapy,
Urselle,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Neu!,
Piero Umiliani,
Freddie Wadling,
Cluster,
The Black Dice,
Quando Quango,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Graham Central Station,
Alison Limerick,
Livin' Joy,
Frankie Knuckles,
Jeff Lynne,
Clear Light,
Boogie Down Productions,
Visage,
Eurythmics,
Jeff Mills,
Judy Mowatt,
Fluxion,
The Buckinghams,
The Smoke,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Reagan Youth,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Sound,
Aaron Thompson,
The Happenings,
The Barracudas,
D'Angelo,
Warren Ellis,
Parry Music,
James White and The Blacks,
Carl Craig,
Pere Ubu,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Slick Rick,
Average White Band,
Soul II Soul,
Minor Threat,
Nirvana,
Yazoo,
Pantaleimon,
New York Dolls,
Bobbi Humphrey,
UT,
The United States of America,
Hasil Adkins,
Boz Scaggs,
June of 44,
Smog,
Excepter, Excepter, Excepter, Excepter.
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.