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 Bulgaria and from Lyon.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
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 1961 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Johannesburg.
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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Blues Magoos to the funk 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 The Martian. All the underground hits.
All Thee Headcoats tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Crime 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Sound record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mars,
Jacob Miller,
Public Image Ltd.,
CMW,
Essential Logic,
kango's stein massive,
the Association,
Moby Grape,
Boz Scaggs,
Godley & Creme,
the Slits,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Crooked Eye,
Rufus Thomas,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Nation of Ulysses,
Ohio Players,
Skaos,
Section 25,
Rekid,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
A Certain Ratio,
Reagan Youth,
Procol Harum,
The Evens,
Tommy Roe,
Radio Birdman,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Hashim,
The Names,
Kool Moe Dee,
Boogie Down Productions,
Juan Atkins,
X-102,
Pharoah Sanders,
Gregory Isaacs,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Mummies,
This Heat,
Robert Görl,
Rotary Connection,
Slave,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Negative Approach,
The Dave Clark Five,
JFA,
the Human League,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Lightning Bolt,
Ice-T,
Public Enemy,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Grass Roots,
Junior Murvin,
Duran Duran,
Rhythm & Sound,
Pantaleimon,
Scrapy,
Amon Düül II,
Althea and Donna,
Clear Light,
The Monochrome Set, The Monochrome Set, The Monochrome Set, The Monochrome Set.
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.