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 Sweden and from Mumbai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1963 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 clarinet 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 Jesper Dahlbäck to the crunk 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 Camberwell Now. All the underground hits.
All Electric Prunes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Oblivians record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a 10cc record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lyres,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Roy Ayers,
Theoretical Girls,
the Association,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Rites of Spring,
Carl Craig,
The Neon Judgement,
Boz Scaggs,
Sandy B,
Talk Talk,
Supertramp,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Freddie Wadling,
Minutemen,
Malaria!,
New Order,
Albert Ayler,
Letta Mbulu,
Pantytec,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Smiths,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Monochrome Set,
Darondo,
Reagan Youth,
Skarface,
kango's stein massive,
China Crisis,
Kayak,
The Trojans,
Brand Nubian,
Blossom Toes,
DJ Style,
Sam Rivers,
Television,
The Sound,
Neu!,
Black Moon,
Goldenarms,
Tubeway Army,
The Kinks,
ABBA,
Arthur Verocai,
Harmonia,
The Moleskins,
Infiniti,
Ultra Naté,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Golliwogs,
Flipper,
Alton Ellis,
The Dirtbombs,
Tom Boy,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Cheater Slicks,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Big Daddy Kane,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band, The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band, The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band, The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band.
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.