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 Qatar and from Accra.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 spring reverb 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 The Wake 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 CMW. All the underground hits.
All Aswad tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Neil Young & Crazy Horse record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 sitar and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Susan Cadogan record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pantytec,
The Walker Brothers,
Carl Craig,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Fortunes,
Bobby Sherman,
ABC,
Youth Brigade,
Jimmy McGriff,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Neon Judgement,
Porter Ricks,
Gichy Dan,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
T.S.O.L.,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Supertramp,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Curtis Mayfield,
Skarface,
the Germs,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Last Poets,
Blake Baxter,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Gastr Del Sol,
Parry Music,
Jerry's Kids,
Theoretical Girls,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
X-101,
Reuben Wilson,
Radio Birdman,
Jeff Mills,
Black Pus,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
MDC,
Slave,
Visage,
Soft Cell,
The Toasters,
Wasted Youth,
This Heat,
OOIOO,
Das Ding,
Aloha Tigers,
The J.B.'s,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Divine Comedy,
DJ Style,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Robert Görl,
Average White Band,
China Crisis,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Scion,
Hot Snakes,
Rakim,
Fugazi, Fugazi, Fugazi, Fugazi.
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.