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 Bosnia Herzegovina and from Cairo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Buzzcocks show in Bolton.
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 1964 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 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 Kevin Saunderson 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 Los Fastidios. All the underground hits.
All Roger Hodgson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bluetip record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Electric Light Orchestra record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rites of Spring,
Rod Modell,
Marshall Jefferson,
Rufus Thomas,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Michelle Simonal,
Max Romeo,
Carl Craig,
Magazine,
Adolescents,
Janne Schatter,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Letta Mbulu,
Cluster,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Smiths,
Second Layer,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Curtis Mayfield,
Deepchord,
The Cramps,
Tommy Roe,
A Certain Ratio,
U.S. Maple,
Crash Course in Science,
Bizarre Inc.,
Graham Central Station,
Bootsy Collins,
Maurizio,
Can,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
10cc,
New Order,
Throbbing Gristle,
Jacob Miller,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Pantytec,
Sandy B,
Theoretical Girls,
Dual Sessions,
Pulsallama,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
John Holt,
Supertramp,
Lucky Dragons,
Qualms,
Sonny Sharrock,
Althea and Donna,
Sixth Finger,
Soft Cell,
Terry Callier,
The Fortunes,
June of 44,
The Angels of Light,
Brass Construction,
The Raincoats,
Swans,
Loose Ends,
Sarah Menescal,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Connie Case,
Glambeats Corp.,
Anakelly,
Jeff Mills, Jeff Mills, Jeff Mills, Jeff Mills.
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.