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 Kuwait and from Toronto.
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 1967 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Rosa Yemen to the funk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Eric Dolphy. All the underground hits.
All Jeff Lynne tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Make Up record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Public Image Ltd. record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Q and Not U,
Zapp,
Adolescents,
Blancmange,
Radiohead,
John Coltrane,
Kevin Saunderson,
D'Angelo,
Sexual Harrassment,
Urselle,
Khruangbin,
Half Japanese,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Rites of Spring,
Alphaville,
Eric Dolphy,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Nick Fraelich,
Pole,
Donny Hathaway,
Ralphi Rosario,
Quadrant,
Can,
Freddie Wadling,
The Associates,
Suburban Knight,
The Durutti Column,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
ABC,
The Pop Group,
June of 44,
Oblivians,
The Music Machine,
Ten City,
Kayak,
Brick,
Scion,
Lalo Schifrin,
Dark Day,
Japan,
Derrick May,
Minutemen,
Lucky Dragons,
Grey Daturas,
These Immortal Souls,
Magazine,
ABBA,
Funkadelic,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Jacques Brel,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Robert Wyatt,
Throbbing Gristle,
Mantronix,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Andrew Hill,
The Vogues,
Lightning Bolt,
Colin Newman,
Yaz, Yaz, Yaz, Yaz.
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.