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 Chad and from Spokane.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 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 The Zeros to the techno 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 Girls At Our Best!. All the underground hits.
All Gil Scott Heron tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every T.S.O.L. record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 synthesizer and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ornette Coleman record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Misunderstood,
Amon Düül,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Young Marble Giants,
Pantytec,
The Victims,
Cybotron,
Andrew Hill,
Sonny Sharrock,
Suicide,
Tears for Fears,
Delon & Dalcan,
Prince Buster,
Toni Rubio,
The Electric Prunes,
Adolescents,
Sparks,
Clear Light,
The Move,
The Modern Lovers,
The Monochrome Set,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Seeds,
Crime,
Organ,
Electric Prunes,
Urselle,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Kerrie Biddell,
Masters at Work,
Q65,
Tomorrow,
Steve Hackett,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Smiths,
The Slackers,
The Black Dice,
Frankie Knuckles,
The J.B.'s,
Arab on Radar,
The Skatalites,
Laurel Aitken,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Godley & Creme,
The Beau Brummels,
Black Bananas,
Little Man,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Barbara Tucker,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Livin' Joy,
Skriet,
The Divine Comedy,
Visage,
K-Klass,
Lalann,
Bobby Womack,
Ornette Coleman,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Erasure,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band, Lafayette Afro Rock Band, Lafayette Afro Rock Band, Lafayette Afro Rock Band.
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.