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 Portugal and from London.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1961 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 harpsichord 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 The Divine Comedy to the electroclash 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 Terry Callier. All the underground hits.
All Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lee Hazlewood,
Frankie Knuckles,
Fatback Band,
Cecil Taylor,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
CMW,
Carl Craig,
Massinfluence,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Motorama,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Bluetip,
Sugar Minott,
Jeru the Damaja,
48th St. Collective,
Flipper,
Dual Sessions,
Cal Tjader,
Chris & Cosey,
Sällskapet,
B.T. Express,
Intrusion,
Eddi Front,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Kaleidoscope,
Popol Vuh,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Thompson Twins,
Skriet,
Jacob Miller,
Joensuu 1685,
John Lydon,
Fluxion,
Toni Rubio,
The Wake,
Average White Band,
Ituana,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Clear Light,
June of 44,
Theoretical Girls,
Colin Newman,
Amazonics,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Cowsills,
Terry Callier,
Alice Coltrane,
Newcleus,
Japan,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Five Americans,
Khruangbin,
Brand Nubian,
Pere Ubu,
The Electric Prunes,
The Remains,
Sex Pistols,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Fear,
Electric Light Orchestra, Electric Light Orchestra, Electric Light Orchestra, Electric Light Orchestra.
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.