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 Mauritius and from Glasgow.
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 1967 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 1977 at the first Human League practice in a loft in Sheffield.
I was working on the sitar 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 CMW to the techno kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Pharoah Sanders. All the underground hits.
All Flamin' Groovies tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bobby Womack 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dorothy Ashby record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Zeros,
The Happenings,
Tim Buckley,
Chris & Cosey,
Animal Collective,
the Swans,
Y Pants,
E-Dancer,
Public Enemy,
Barbara Tucker,
Skarface,
Grey Daturas,
F. McDonald,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
PIL,
Tomorrow,
Panda Bear,
Swell Maps,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Move,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
X-101,
Eli Mardock,
The Electric Prunes,
The Techniques,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Albert Ayler,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Drive Like Jehu,
Warren Ellis,
Soul II Soul,
Camberwell Now,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Kaleidoscope,
Buzzcocks,
Visage,
Swans,
Maleditus Sound,
Mark Hollis,
CMW,
The J.B.'s,
Youth Brigade,
Marc Almond,
Ultravox,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Simply Red,
The Last Poets,
Pet Shop Boys,
Gabor Szabo,
The Blues Magoos,
Spandau Ballet,
Scion,
Mandrill,
Spoonie Gee,
Crooked Eye,
Aswad,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Leaves,
The Modern Lovers,
OOIOO,
Curtis Mayfield,
Ken Boothe,
The Flesh Eaters, The Flesh Eaters, The Flesh Eaters, The Flesh Eaters.
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.