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 Austria and from Beijing.
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 Manchester and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the harpsichord 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 Lonnie Liston Smith to the dance 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 Lower 48. All the underground hits.
All The Mighty Diamonds tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bauhaus 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Blackbyrds record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Toni Rubio,
Oneida,
Warsaw,
Eddi Front,
The Moleskins,
The Victims,
Pere Ubu,
Rotary Connection,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Beau Brummels,
Lower 48,
Franke,
Dave Gahan,
Quantec,
Silicon Teens,
Scratch Acid,
Terrestrial Tones,
Ronnie Foster,
Section 25,
Joensuu 1685,
Tropical Tobacco,
Porter Ricks,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Technova,
The Count Five,
The Smoke,
Motorama,
Faust,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Yusef Lateef,
Negative Approach,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Associates,
Moebius,
Laurel Aitken,
Flash Fearless,
Fifty Foot Hose,
James White and The Blacks,
the Swans,
The Martian,
Josef K,
Darondo,
The Wake,
Stetsasonic,
The Blues Magoos,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Alton Ellis,
Nick Fraelich,
The Invisible,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Cure,
Fat Boys,
8 Eyed Spy,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Main Source,
Kerrie Biddell,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Zapp, Zapp, Zapp, Zapp.
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.