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 Congo and from Tokyo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1962.
I was there at the first Guess Who show in Winnipeg.
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 1965 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 Holger Czukay 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 Eric B and Rakim to the techno kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 David Bowie. All the underground hits.
All Sound Behaviour tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Vladislav Delay record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Funky Four + One record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Second Layer,
Bill Wells,
L. Decosne,
Marmalade,
Letta Mbulu,
Pussy Galore,
The Sisters of Mercy,
David Axelrod,
AZ,
Mark Hollis,
Man Parrish,
Roger Hodgson,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Grey Daturas,
The Move,
Andrew Hill,
Excepter,
Faraquet,
Soft Machine,
The Fuzztones,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Q65,
Sparks,
Johnny Osbourne,
Stiv Bators,
Amon Düül II,
The Fugs,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Erykah Badu,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Cymande,
The Moleskins,
Sun Ra,
Hardrive,
The Standells,
Al Stewart,
The Detroit Cobras,
This Heat,
Agitation Free,
8 Eyed Spy,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Pantaleimon,
Kerri Chandler,
The Star Department,
Index,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Unwound,
Lindisfarne,
the Slits,
Yazoo,
Brand Nubian,
Hashim,
Grauzone,
Panda Bear,
Nick Fraelich,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Nation of Ulysses,
Sight & Sound,
Tears for Fears,
Country Teasers,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band, Manfred Mann's Earth Band, Manfred Mann's Earth Band, Manfred Mann's Earth Band.
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.