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 Kenya and from Lyon.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1962 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 Holger Czukay 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 Red Krayola to the funk 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 Skarface. All the underground hits.
All The Stooges tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Q65 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Yazoo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Section 25,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Nation of Ulysses,
Eli Mardock,
Y Pants,
Roxette,
The Happenings,
Basic Channel,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Skatalites,
Liliput,
Unrelated Segments,
Funky Four + One,
Moby Grape,
The Young Rascals,
Talk Talk,
Tres Demented,
Bobby Womack,
Technova,
Leonard Cohen,
The Misunderstood,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Qualms,
The Monochrome Set,
Siglo XX,
The Names,
Bootsy Collins,
Reuben Wilson,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Victims,
cv313,
The Five Americans,
Joey Negro,
Sun Ra,
Sandy B,
Ultimate Spinach,
Crime,
Yusef Lateef,
Michelle Simonal,
a-ha,
Joe Finger,
Jandek,
The Gories,
Curtis Mayfield,
Simply Red,
The Fuzztones,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Skaos,
The Sound,
John Foxx,
Tom Boy,
Alison Limerick,
Josef K,
The Knickerbockers,
Dennis Brown,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Velvet Underground,
Mission of Burma,
Archie Shepp,
Index,
the Soft Cell,
Newcleus, Newcleus, Newcleus, Newcleus.
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.