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 Lithuania and from Mumbai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
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 1960 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 oboe 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 48th St. Collective to the punk 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 Faraquet. All the underground hits.
All The Modern Lovers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Howard Jones record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Eyeless In Gaza record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Byron Stingily,
Godley & Creme,
Ice-T,
Jeru the Damaja,
Heaven 17,
ABBA,
Crooked Eye,
The Monochrome Set,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Magazine,
The Music Machine,
Pylon,
Panda Bear,
Cal Tjader,
Spoonie Gee,
AZ,
Eden Ahbez,
B.T. Express,
Magma,
Soft Machine,
Gang Gang Dance,
Harpers Bizarre,
Popol Vuh,
Japan,
Pussy Galore,
Fear,
Tommy Roe,
The Dave Clark Five,
Faust,
Cheater Slicks,
Alice Coltrane,
Groovy Waters,
The Monks,
Erykah Badu,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Fugs,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Flipper,
Infiniti,
Man Parrish,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Vainqueur,
Skriet,
Underground Resistance,
Mission of Burma,
Radiohead,
The Young Rascals,
Judy Mowatt,
The Fortunes,
Ultimate Spinach,
Make Up,
Amon Düül II,
Absolute Body Control,
This Heat,
Rod Modell,
Los Fastidios,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Curtis Mayfield,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Cecil Taylor,
Country Joe & The Fish, Country Joe & The Fish, Country Joe & The Fish, Country Joe & The Fish.
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.