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 San Marino and from Hong Kong.
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 1969 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 mellotron 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 Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel to the dance kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 10cc. All the underground hits.
All D'Angelo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Skriet record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a MDC record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Can,
The Pop Group,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Amazonics,
Laurel Aitken,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Susan Cadogan,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Gichy Dan,
Eric Copeland,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
the Sonics,
The Golliwogs,
X-101,
Model 500,
Faust,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Graham Central Station,
The Real Kids,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Johnny Clarke,
The Walker Brothers,
The Kinks,
The Doors,
Boogie Down Productions,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Ossler,
The Neon Judgement,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Man Eating Sloth,
Alison Limerick,
Yaz,
Johnny Osbourne,
Stiv Bators,
Angry Samoans,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Josef K,
Blancmange,
Ohio Players,
Andrew Hill,
The Gap Band,
Henry Cow,
John Cale,
DJ Sneak,
KRS-One,
L. Decosne,
Nils Olav,
Sarah Menescal,
The Associates,
Pierre Henry,
Flipper,
Ponytail,
Archie Shepp,
Bad Manners,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The New Christs,
Gabor Szabo,
The Motions,
Marc Almond,
Leonard Cohen, Leonard Cohen, Leonard Cohen, Leonard Cohen.
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.