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 Russia 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 1962 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the güiro 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 Barclay James Harvest to the grunge 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 Kurtis Blow. All the underground hits.
All The Angels of Light tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Flipper record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 rhodes and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Nirvana record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Freddie Wadling,
Cybotron,
Janne Schatter,
Brick,
Joensuu 1685,
Hardrive,
Rotary Connection,
Hot Snakes,
The Human League,
Gil Scott Heron,
Buzzcocks,
Thee Headcoats,
Excepter,
Lower 48,
Donald Byrd,
Rekid,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Moody Blues,
Fela Kuti,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Kerrie Biddell,
DNA,
The Durutti Column,
The Leaves,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Eddi Front,
Peter & Gordon,
Lee Hazlewood,
Isaac Hayes,
Ken Boothe,
Spandau Ballet,
Gang Starr,
Al Stewart,
Traffic Nightmare,
Kaleidoscope,
Brothers Johnson,
Gong,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Mummies,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Radiohead,
48th St. Collective,
Pharoah Sanders,
Second Layer,
Blake Baxter,
Rhythm & Sound,
Scion,
Darondo,
Marc Almond,
Television Personalities,
Bobby Byrd,
Underground Resistance,
The Fuzztones,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Fear,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
X-102,
the Soft Cell,
Charles Mingus,
Carl Craig,
Icehouse,
Frankie Knuckles,
Michelle Simonal,
Roger Hodgson, Roger Hodgson, Roger Hodgson, Roger Hodgson.
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.