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 Monaco and from Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic 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 1967 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Copenhagen.
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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Jacob Miller. All the underground hits.
All The Gories tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every MC5 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 a 808 and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Duran Duran 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?
CMW,
Sexual Harrassment,
David Axelrod,
Sixth Finger,
Moebius,
The Velvet Underground,
The Selecter,
Little Man,
Fad Gadget,
Ossler,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Gong,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Spandau Ballet,
The Pop Group,
Unwound,
Stetsasonic,
Anthony Braxton,
Robert Wyatt,
Rotary Connection,
Eric Dolphy,
The Blackbyrds,
Can,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Motions,
Ornette Coleman,
Davy DMX,
Soul II Soul,
Black Flag,
Kaleidoscope,
Das Ding,
Interpol,
The Kinks,
Hasil Adkins,
The Evens,
Pantytec,
L. Decosne,
Tubeway Army,
New Age Steppers,
Brothers Johnson,
Duran Duran,
Jeff Lynne,
Visage,
The Birthday Party,
The Knickerbockers,
The Durutti Column,
Pharoah Sanders,
Average White Band,
The Star Department,
Trumans Water,
Procol Harum,
Barry Ungar,
Ten City,
Bobby Byrd,
The Fortunes,
Dual Sessions,
China Crisis,
Jimmy McGriff,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Roxy Music,
The Associates, The Associates, The Associates, The Associates.
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.