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 Cape Verde and from Cairo.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 Human League practice in a loft in Sheffield.
I was working on the sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Index to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Dorothy Ashby. All the underground hits.
All Gang Starr tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every China Crisis 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lee Hazlewood 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?
Eden Ahbez,
Bootsy Collins,
Anakelly,
Don Cherry,
Man Parrish,
The Doobie Brothers,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Clear Light,
Qualms,
Pantytec,
The Kinks,
The Victims,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Ornette Coleman,
Massinfluence,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Smog,
Procol Harum,
Max Romeo,
Erykah Badu,
Marmalade,
The Techniques,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Cramps,
The Sound,
Fad Gadget,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Deepchord,
Eric Dolphy,
Gregory Isaacs,
Terry Callier,
Glenn Branca,
Zapp,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Bauhaus,
Minny Pops,
John Foxx,
David McCallum,
A Certain Ratio,
Joey Negro,
Quando Quango,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Skarface,
Cal Tjader,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Minutemen,
Grandmaster Flash,
Scott Walker,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Cowsills,
Index,
Isaac Hayes,
UT,
Dave Gahan,
Soul II Soul,
Gastr Del Sol,
Terrestrial Tones,
Crash Course in Science,
Todd Rundgren,
Stockholm Monsters,
Dennis Brown,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Neu!, Neu!, Neu!, Neu!.
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.