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 Palau and from Houston.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1964 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Archie Shepp to the techno 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 Rotary Connection. All the underground hits.
All Jeff Lynne tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bad Manners record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cameo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Barrington Levy,
Barbara Tucker,
John Coltrane,
These Immortal Souls,
Loose Ends,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Monks,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Pulsallama,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Barclay James Harvest,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Neu!,
Rekid,
Bill Near,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
New Order,
Essential Logic,
The Dave Clark Five,
Dave Gahan,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Interpol,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
KRS-One,
Jacques Brel,
Audionom,
Sun Ra,
Gabor Szabo,
Anthony Braxton,
The Cramps,
Johnny Clarke,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Colin Newman,
The Blues Magoos,
Idris Muhammad,
Piero Umiliani,
June Days,
Sandy B,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Dead Boys,
Ultravox,
Bootsy Collins,
Mandrill,
Adolescents,
The Walker Brothers,
The Remains,
Josef K,
Bush Tetras,
Warren Ellis,
K-Klass,
Goldenarms,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Fear,
Eurythmics,
Flipper,
Dawn Penn,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Thompson Twins,
Severed Heads, Severed Heads, Severed Heads, Severed Heads.
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.