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 Switzerland and from Columbus.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1966 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Aloha Tigers to the grime 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 The Human League. All the underground hits.
All Procol Harum tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lou Christie 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Electric Light Orchestra,
Ultra Naté,
Funky Four + One,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Five Americans,
Ken Boothe,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Happenings,
Brand Nubian,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Animal Collective,
Japan,
The Velvet Underground,
John Coltrane,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Cymande,
Bronski Beat,
Ice-T,
Ornette Coleman,
Model 500,
Grandmaster Flash,
Kaleidoscope,
The Slackers,
10cc,
One Last Wish,
Anakelly,
Sex Pistols,
Black Flag,
Malaria!,
Alton Ellis,
Kurtis Blow,
The Saints,
John Lydon,
Metal Thangz,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Divine Comedy,
Jeff Mills,
Yusef Lateef,
Fatback Band,
World's Most,
Boogie Down Productions,
CMW,
The Pretty Things,
The Associates,
Peter & Gordon,
The Mojo Men,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Throbbing Gristle,
Procol Harum,
Erasure,
Fugazi,
Rites of Spring,
Dave Gahan,
L. Decosne,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Television,
Royal Trux,
Derrick May,
the Human League,
Radiohead,
Robert Görl, Robert Görl, Robert Görl, Robert Görl.
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.