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 Ukraine and from London.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Al Stewart to the rock kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Bobby Womack. All the underground hits.
All Franke tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Q65 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bobby Womack record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Crime,
Stereo Dub,
Hashim,
Erasure,
Jeff Lynne,
Radiopuhelimet,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Junior Murvin,
Cymande,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Hoover,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Frankie Knuckles,
Maleditus Sound,
Roger Hodgson,
Icehouse,
Japan,
Scion,
Don Cherry,
This Heat,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
AZ,
Los Fastidios,
The Golliwogs,
Silicon Teens,
The Toasters,
Sandy B,
The Vogues,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Supertramp,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Fuzztones,
Danielle Patucci,
Anakelly,
Fugazi,
Electric Light Orchestra,
the Bar-Kays,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Mummies,
Guru Guru,
Bluetip,
Oblivians,
Warren Ellis,
Das Ding,
Sun City Girls,
Lucky Dragons,
Soft Machine,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Oneida,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Patti Smith,
Cluster,
The Dave Clark Five,
H. Thieme,
the Human League,
The Raincoats, The Raincoats, The Raincoats, The Raincoats.
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.