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 Lesotho and from Manchester.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Throbbing Gristle show in London.
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 1966 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Larry & the Blue Notes to the crunk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Jeff Lynne. All the underground hits.
All The Busters tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Q and Not U record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 theremin and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Harry Pussy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Misunderstood,
Section 25,
Soulsonic Force,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Curtis Mayfield,
Yaz,
Tropical Tobacco,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Nico,
Chrome,
Gang Green,
The Associates,
Au Pairs,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Offenders,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Nik Kershaw,
Easy Going,
Aural Exciters,
Jeff Lynne,
The Golliwogs,
Drexciya,
Althea and Donna,
Pagans,
The Trojans,
Sun City Girls,
Average White Band,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Marvin Gaye,
The Shadows of Knight,
Sonic Youth,
The Vogues,
Skarface,
Crooked Eye,
Talk Talk,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Cure,
Cybotron,
Erasure,
Camberwell Now,
Yellowson,
Underground Resistance,
Quantec,
The Blues Magoos,
Kurtis Blow,
Gil Scott Heron,
Symarip,
Janne Schatter,
Girls At Our Best!,
Byron Stingily,
Flipper,
The United States of America,
John Coltrane,
Gerry Rafferty,
Joe Finger,
David Bowie,
Little Man,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Television, Television, Television, Television.
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.