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 Liberia and from Sao Paulo.
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 1962 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Make Up to the jazz kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Alison Limerick. All the underground hits.
All Dawn Penn tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Aloha Tigers 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pierre Henry record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Al Stewart,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Barrington Levy,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Golliwogs,
CMW,
Donny Hathaway,
Wings,
David Axelrod,
Yaz,
8 Eyed Spy,
Graham Central Station,
Arthur Verocai,
Gang of Four,
Kool Moe Dee,
Half Japanese,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Young Rascals,
The Misunderstood,
Avey Tare,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Scratch Acid,
Spoonie Gee,
Bill Wells,
The Moleskins,
Masters at Work,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Negative Approach,
Ronan,
Loose Ends,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Hot Snakes,
Radiopuhelimet,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Mojo Men,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Crime,
Urselle,
Supertramp,
Pere Ubu,
Warsaw,
Fatback Band,
Accadde A,
the Fania All-Stars,
Robert Hood,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Mo-Dettes,
Morten Harket,
Organ,
Rosa Yemen,
Arab on Radar,
Anthony Braxton,
The Motions,
Faraquet,
E-Dancer,
Con Funk Shun,
The Selecter,
Youth Brigade,
Average White Band,
the Bar-Kays,
Juan Atkins, Juan Atkins, Juan Atkins, Juan Atkins.
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.