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 Sweden and from Houston.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1968 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and London.
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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Doors to the dance kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 48th St. Collective. All the underground hits.
All Roger Hodgson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Zeros record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 rhodes and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Eric Copeland record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Au Pairs,
EPMD,
Rhythm & Sound,
Tropical Tobacco,
Tubeway Army,
The Dave Clark Five,
Black Bananas,
The Mummies,
Gang Starr,
Little Man,
Supertramp,
The Martian,
Trumans Water,
Cal Tjader,
Vainqueur,
Siglo XX,
Johnny Osbourne,
Peter & Gordon,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
John Lydon,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Donny Hathaway,
Young Marble Giants,
Whodini,
Gong,
The Wake,
Tomorrow,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Parry Music,
The Shadows of Knight,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Walker Brothers,
MDC,
The Durutti Column,
Dual Sessions,
Gil Scott Heron,
Kevin Saunderson,
Arcadia,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Fall,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Tres Demented,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Crooked Eye,
Roger Hodgson,
Jerry's Kids,
Echospace,
The Last Poets,
Rites of Spring,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Stereo Dub,
Bauhaus,
The Misunderstood,
Mark Hollis,
The Techniques,
The Fire Engines,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Junior Murvin,
The Gladiators,
Minor Threat,
Desert Stars,
Japan,
Delon & Dalcan, Delon & Dalcan, Delon & Dalcan, Delon & Dalcan.
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.