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 Slovakia and from Woodstock.
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 1963 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 sitar 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 Procol Harum to the techno kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 the Fania All-Stars. All the underground hits.
All Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Roy Ayers Ubiquity record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Quantec record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Babytalk,
K-Klass,
The Smiths,
The Tremeloes,
Henry Cow,
The Last Poets,
Fad Gadget,
The Blues Magoos,
The Litter,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Alphaville,
Nirvana,
Marvin Gaye,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Television Personalities,
The Busters,
Andrew Hill,
The Human League,
The Selecter,
Warren Ellis,
Bill Near,
The Names,
Radiohead,
Mr. Review,
T.S.O.L.,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Scott Walker,
The Evens,
The New Christs,
The Blackbyrds,
The Sound,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Fall,
Pantaleimon,
Quadrant,
Bootsy Collins,
Steve Hackett,
Donny Hathaway,
Altered Images,
Faust,
The Smoke,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Cameo,
The Velvet Underground,
T. Rex,
48th St. Collective,
Barbara Tucker,
Dennis Brown,
Hasil Adkins,
Cecil Taylor,
Derrick Morgan,
Man Eating Sloth,
Urselle,
Drexciya,
Grauzone,
Bobby Sherman,
Nils Olav,
Crispy Ambulance,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
X-101,
Eyeless In Gaza, Eyeless In Gaza, Eyeless In Gaza, Eyeless In Gaza.
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.