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 United Kingdom and from Manila.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron 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 1963 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 organ 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 Matthew Halsall to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Country Joe & The Fish. All the underground hits.
All Minor Threat tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Youth Brigade 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jeff Lynne record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nation of Ulysses,
Mars,
June Days,
Fat Boys,
Hardrive,
Stetsasonic,
Khruangbin,
Iggy Pop,
K-Klass,
The J.B.'s,
The Victims,
Glambeats Corp.,
Josef K,
Lebanon Hanover,
Kenny Larkin,
Ronnie Foster,
Sam Rivers,
Ohio Players,
Marc Almond,
The Remains,
Laurel Aitken,
Mark Hollis,
Amazonics,
Pantytec,
Scrapy,
Oblivians,
Flash Fearless,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Detroit Cobras,
Ornette Coleman,
Country Teasers,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Magazine,
John Foxx,
The Selecter,
Joy Division,
Wolf Eyes,
Reuben Wilson,
Mandrill,
Magma,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Brick,
Ten City,
Procol Harum,
Grey Daturas,
Roxette,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Suicide,
The Vogues,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Busters,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Todd Terry,
Robert Wyatt,
Soul II Soul,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Kaleidoscope,
JFA,
Chris Corsano,
Dave Gahan,
Pharoah Sanders,
Eric Dolphy,
Black Pus,
Mantronix, Mantronix, Mantronix, Mantronix.
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.