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 Mongolia and from Manchester.
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 1967 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Roxy Music to the rap kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Grauzone. All the underground hits.
All kango's stein massive tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Man Parrish 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Minutemen record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Zeros,
Pylon,
Bang On A Can,
The Cramps,
Country Teasers,
KRS-One,
Pulsallama,
Quadrant,
Schoolly D,
John Holt,
Arcadia,
The Black Dice,
Flipper,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Throbbing Gristle,
Motorama,
Michelle Simonal,
Erykah Badu,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Cybotron,
UT,
Skriet,
Simply Red,
AZ,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Zapp,
Make Up,
The Fire Engines,
Essential Logic,
Nico,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Anthony Braxton,
Bobby Sherman,
Television Personalities,
Glambeats Corp.,
Donny Hathaway,
The Busters,
Masters at Work,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Magma,
The Toasters,
The Saints,
Dawn Penn,
Sun City Girls,
The Blackbyrds,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Soul Sonic Force,
JFA,
Jeff Lynne,
Grandmaster Flash,
Sight & Sound,
Isaac Hayes,
The Slits,
Ludus,
Magazine,
Arab on Radar,
Malaria!,
Stockholm Monsters,
Groovy Waters,
Section 25,
Piero Umiliani, Piero Umiliani, Piero Umiliani, Piero Umiliani.
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.