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 Turkmenistan and from Paris.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1968 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 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 Electric Light Orchestra 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 The Busters. All the underground hits.
All The Last Poets tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Brass Construction record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 a sitar and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Erykah Badu record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Theoretical Girls,
a-ha,
Avey Tare,
Excepter,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Outsiders,
Niagra,
Y Pants,
Drexciya,
Faraquet,
Half Japanese,
Newcleus,
Thee Headcoats,
Stiv Bators,
Camberwell Now,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Flamin' Groovies,
Wasted Youth,
Scientists,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Nick Fraelich,
John Lydon,
the Human League,
Desert Stars,
Smog,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Pretty Things,
Bang On A Can,
Aaron Thompson,
Carl Craig,
Parry Music,
Public Image Ltd.,
Eli Mardock,
Henry Cow,
Al Stewart,
Agent Orange,
Eric Dolphy,
Ice-T,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Terry Callier,
June Days,
The Dave Clark Five,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Marmalade,
Pole,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Bluetip,
Average White Band,
Funkadelic,
The Fuzztones,
La Düsseldorf,
Groovy Waters,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Nation of Ulysses,
Moby Grape,
Gregory Isaacs,
Brick,
Electric Prunes, Electric Prunes, Electric Prunes, Electric Prunes.
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.