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 Mauritania and from Lille.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 snare 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 Mighty Diamonds to the disco kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Robert Wyatt. All the underground hits.
All ABC tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Peter & Gordon 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Manfred Mann's Earth Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Funky Four + One,
These Immortal Souls,
Dennis Brown,
Camouflage,
Blancmange,
Graham Central Station,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
DJ Sneak,
Flash Fearless,
Laurel Aitken,
The Monks,
Toni Rubio,
Parry Music,
Babytalk,
Grauzone,
Average White Band,
Livin' Joy,
The Tremeloes,
Bobby Womack,
The Raincoats,
The Misunderstood,
Arthur Verocai,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Khruangbin,
Altered Images,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Sound Behaviour,
Popol Vuh,
Surgeon,
Moebius,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Pylon,
MC5,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Modern Lovers,
cv313,
Marshall Jefferson,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
DJ Style,
Girls At Our Best!,
Lower 48,
Ten City,
The Names,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Slits,
Duran Duran,
Boogie Down Productions,
Kayak,
The Electric Prunes,
Das Ding,
Section 25,
Rod Modell,
Eden Ahbez,
Todd Terry,
Desert Stars,
Groovy Waters,
Jacob Miller,
Massinfluence,
Brass Construction,
The Durutti Column,
Sister Nancy,
Gang Green, Gang Green, Gang Green, Gang Green.
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.