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 Lesotho and from Columbus.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Throbbing Gristle show in London.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 1976 at the first Buzzcocks practice in a loft in Bolton.
I was working on the oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Goldenarms to the disco kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Smiths. All the underground hits.
All Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Doors record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 an arpeggiator and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Robert Wyatt record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Joensuu 1685,
Minnie Riperton,
The Gap Band,
Erykah Badu,
Deakin,
The Doors,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Johnny Osbourne,
Oneida,
Grandmaster Flash,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Eric Dolphy,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Neu!,
Tears for Fears,
Accadde A,
The Pretty Things,
Donny Hathaway,
Bush Tetras,
Soft Machine,
The Seeds,
Cluster,
James White and The Blacks,
Warren Ellis,
Girls At Our Best!,
Lou Christie,
Bill Near,
Gang Gang Dance,
Janne Schatter,
Agent Orange,
Adolescents,
Khruangbin,
Swell Maps,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Vladislav Delay,
Josef K,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Anthony Braxton,
JFA,
Cybotron,
Dave Gahan,
Jimmy McGriff,
Terry Callier,
Marmalade,
The Tremeloes,
China Crisis,
Tres Demented,
Donald Byrd,
The Five Americans,
Cameo,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Robert Görl,
Hardrive,
Byron Stingily,
Con Funk Shun, Con Funk Shun, Con Funk Shun, Con Funk Shun.
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.