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 Zambia and from Manila.
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 1969 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 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 B.T. Express 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 Sun Ra. All the underground hits.
All Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Misunderstood 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Electric Light Orchestra record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Crime,
Aaron Thompson,
Warren Ellis,
Wire,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
KRS-One,
Infiniti,
Scan 7,
Soul II Soul,
Boredoms,
Tropical Tobacco,
Bill Wells,
Wasted Youth,
Don Cherry,
Thompson Twins,
Bang On A Can,
The Trojans,
The American Breed,
Whodini,
Carl Craig,
Organ,
Rufus Thomas,
Ultra Naté,
The Durutti Column,
kango's stein massive,
The Dirtbombs,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Peter and Kerry,
The Seeds,
Fatback Band,
The Slits,
Robert Hood,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Cramps,
Brand Nubian,
Stockholm Monsters,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Star Department,
Eve St. Jones,
The Toasters,
Marshall Jefferson,
Niagra,
The Fire Engines,
Dual Sessions,
Magma,
Electric Prunes,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Gerry Rafferty,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Roxette,
X-Ray Spex,
LL Cool J,
Jerry's Kids,
Tom Boy,
Rekid,
Sly & The Family Stone,
June Days,
Easy Going,
Pylon,
Bauhaus, Bauhaus, Bauhaus, Bauhaus.
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.