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 United States and from Accra.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 chamberlin 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 Arab on Radar to the rock 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 Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu. All the underground hits.
All Terry Callier tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Be Bop Deluxe 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 chamberlin and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rites of Spring record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Erykah Badu,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Circle Jerks,
Archie Shepp,
Marine Girls,
Hashim,
Rufus Thomas,
DJ Style,
The Blackbyrds,
Pole,
The Dirtbombs,
The New Christs,
Lakeside,
Kenny Larkin,
The Gladiators,
The Saints,
Boz Scaggs,
Absolute Body Control,
Ohio Players,
Tim Buckley,
Maurizio,
Carl Craig,
The Cramps,
Tommy Roe,
Kayak,
The Misunderstood,
Jacob Miller,
A Flock of Seagulls,
DJ Sneak,
The Count Five,
Eve St. Jones,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Curtis Mayfield,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Zapp,
Average White Band,
Suburban Knight,
The Divine Comedy,
Bob Dylan,
These Immortal Souls,
Quando Quango,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Lindisfarne,
CMW,
Siglo XX,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Ultimate Spinach,
AZ,
cv313,
David McCallum,
Visage,
Piero Umiliani,
Laurel Aitken,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Detroit Cobras,
Camouflage,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Alphaville,
Harmonia,
The Litter,
Magazine, Magazine, Magazine, Magazine.
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.