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 Taipei.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1960 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 marimba 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 Traffic Nightmare to the grime 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 Ornette Coleman. All the underground hits.
All Gastr Del Sol tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mandrill record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Notorious Big And Bone Thugs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Silicon Teens,
Tears for Fears,
Neu!,
The Last Poets,
Lakeside,
Little Man,
Hardrive,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Suburban Knight,
These Immortal Souls,
The Sound,
Flipper,
China Crisis,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Magma,
Parry Music,
Davy DMX,
Oneida,
Television Personalities,
Metal Thangz,
Kerri Chandler,
Q and Not U,
Michelle Simonal,
Dave Gahan,
The Trojans,
The Leaves,
Aloha Tigers,
Man Eating Sloth,
Roxy Music,
Scientists,
Amon Düül,
Gabor Szabo,
Joy Division,
The Black Dice,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Urselle,
Unrelated Segments,
Eric Copeland,
Bush Tetras,
Motorama,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Gladiators,
a-ha,
The Tremeloes,
Liliput,
Depeche Mode,
Boz Scaggs,
Average White Band,
The Pop Group,
Steve Hackett,
Roxette,
Pet Shop Boys,
Tim Buckley,
Panda Bear,
Jacob Miller,
Kool Moe Dee,
Sällskapet,
Popol Vuh,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Maurizio,
The Pretty Things,
Rufus Thomas, Rufus Thomas, Rufus Thomas, Rufus Thomas.
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.