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 Liechtenstein and from Philadelphia.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Seoul.
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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Fear to the dance kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Magazine tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Throbbing Gristle 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a AZ record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dark Day,
Make Up,
Sunsets and Hearts,
the Fania All-Stars,
Blake Baxter,
In Retrospect,
Chris Corsano,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Lou Christie,
Unrelated Segments,
The Neon Judgement,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Malaria!,
Aaron Thompson,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Robert Görl,
Sonny Sharrock,
Gang Green,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Skaos,
The Black Dice,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Rapeman,
Deepchord,
Jesper Dahlback,
Tom Boy,
Tubeway Army,
Harry Pussy,
Sight & Sound,
Audionom,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Jeff Mills,
Fad Gadget,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Moody Blues,
Parry Music,
KRS-One,
Susan Cadogan,
The Smoke,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Y Pants,
The Grass Roots,
Kerrie Biddell,
X-Ray Spex,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Supertramp,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Young Rascals,
The Searchers,
Erykah Badu,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Star Department,
Eric Copeland,
Be Bop Deluxe,
ABBA,
Sällskapet,
Lyres, Lyres, Lyres, Lyres.
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.