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 Somalia and from Salvador.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1965 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 mellotron 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 Tropical Tobacco to the rock 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 Organ. All the underground hits.
All Bad Manners tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Aswad 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lonnie Liston Smith record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Mojo Men,
Magma,
Bluetip,
Gang Green,
Kaleidoscope,
The Gories,
Half Japanese,
the Swans,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Roger Hodgson,
Nation of Ulysses,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Isaac Hayes,
Radio Birdman,
Nik Kershaw,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Barbara Tucker,
David Axelrod,
The New Christs,
Black Pus,
Crime,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Fluxion,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Sex Pistols,
Stetsasonic,
John Holt,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Henry Cow,
Matthew Halsall,
Barrington Levy,
Oneida,
Fat Boys,
Flash Fearless,
Drive Like Jehu,
Sound Behaviour,
Eric Dolphy,
The Fall,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Throbbing Gristle,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Arab on Radar,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Stiv Bators,
The Kinks,
The Angels of Light,
DJ Style,
Gang Gang Dance,
Scott Walker,
Sandy B,
Goldenarms,
Chris & Cosey,
Mandrill,
New York Dolls,
Bootsy Collins,
Dawn Penn,
Aaron Thompson,
Vladislav Delay,
Siglo XX,
Los Fastidios,
the Human League, the Human League, the Human League, the Human League.
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.