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 Micronesia and from Mexico City.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Throbbing Gristle show in London.
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 1963 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Aural Exciters to the disco 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 Residents. All the underground hits.
All Letta Mbulu tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Beau Brummels record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jeff Lynne,
Hardrive,
The Raincoats,
Mo-Dettes,
Ponytail,
Mission of Burma,
Boredoms,
The Stooges,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Ice-T,
Y Pants,
Gastr Del Sol,
Roxette,
Motorama,
the Association,
Sound Behaviour,
Joe Finger,
E-Dancer,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Alice Coltrane,
Mr. Review,
Brand Nubian,
June of 44,
Thompson Twins,
Rites of Spring,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Bootsy Collins,
Qualms,
Clear Light,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Stiv Bators,
The Names,
Reagan Youth,
Eddi Front,
The Busters,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Gregory Isaacs,
Jacques Brel,
Half Japanese,
Skaos,
Wire,
the Soft Cell,
Shuggie Otis,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Duran Duran,
Freddie Wadling,
Junior Murvin,
Laurel Aitken,
Henry Cow,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Grass Roots,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
John Lydon,
Fluxion,
Smog,
Zero Boys,
June Days,
F. McDonald,
Marmalade,
Hasil Adkins, Hasil Adkins, Hasil Adkins, Hasil Adkins.
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.