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 Turkey and from Philadelphia.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1964 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 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 The Smoke to the funk 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 LL Cool J. All the underground hits.
All Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Procol Harum 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Black Bananas 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?
Man Parrish,
The Vogues,
Unwound,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Buckinghams,
Bill Wells,
Bang On A Can,
Dave Gahan,
CMW,
Unrelated Segments,
Steve Hackett,
Bobby Womack,
Andrew Hill,
Reuben Wilson,
Tears for Fears,
Arcadia,
Silicon Teens,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Connie Case,
Rosa Yemen,
Pharoah Sanders,
10cc,
Slick Rick,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Offenders,
Johnny Clarke,
the Swans,
Archie Shepp,
Depeche Mode,
The Cramps,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
World's Most,
Monks,
Franke,
Erykah Badu,
Motorama,
Eddi Front,
Au Pairs,
Stereo Dub,
Reagan Youth,
Faraquet,
Toni Rubio,
The Young Rascals,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Scan 7,
Maleditus Sound,
Hoover,
Sandy B,
Smog,
The Mojo Men,
The Divine Comedy,
This Heat,
Banda Bassotti,
Zapp,
Stiv Bators,
Girls At Our Best!,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Model 500,
Von Mondo, Von Mondo, Von Mondo, Von Mondo.
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.