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 Guinea and from Lagos.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 rhodes 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 H. Thieme to the disco 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 B.T. Express. All the underground hits.
All Chris & Cosey tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Tremeloes record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 a chamberlin and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a DJ Sneak record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Laurel Aitken,
Agitation Free,
The Dead C,
The Moleskins,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Offenders,
Swell Maps,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Buckinghams,
Kerri Chandler,
Banda Bassotti,
The Gun Club,
Absolute Body Control,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Gap Band,
New York Dolls,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Jeru the Damaja,
the Soft Cell,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Unrelated Segments,
D'Angelo,
Half Japanese,
Throbbing Gristle,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Pylon,
Smog,
Urselle,
Gerry Rafferty,
Pussy Galore,
The Detroit Cobras,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The J.B.'s,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Busters,
Brick,
Kenny Larkin,
The Raincoats,
Thee Headcoats,
Radio Birdman,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Porter Ricks,
Loose Ends,
Joe Smooth,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Yellowson,
Black Sheep,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Bronski Beat,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Blossom Toes,
Metal Thangz,
Anthony Braxton,
Mary Jane Girls,
Ronnie Foster,
Matthew Halsall,
Little Man,
The Monks,
The Moody Blues,
Talk Talk,
The Move,
ABC, ABC, ABC, ABC.
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.