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 St Kitts & Nevis and from Edmonton.
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 1962 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 sitar 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 Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan to the disco kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Blake Baxter. All the underground hits.
All Yusef Lateef tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Buzzcocks record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 sitar and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Eurythmics record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Guru Guru,
Terry Callier,
Michelle Simonal,
Kerri Chandler,
Arthur Verocai,
The Alarm Clocks,
Loose Ends,
The Monochrome Set,
Jerry's Kids,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Althea and Donna,
Second Layer,
The Happenings,
Joy Division,
Brass Construction,
The Doors,
LL Cool J,
Cluster,
Marvin Gaye,
The Fugs,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
David Bowie,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Bob Dylan,
Harpers Bizarre,
Moss Icon,
Suburban Knight,
The Toasters,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Godley & Creme,
Underground Resistance,
Funkadelic,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Doobie Brothers,
Camberwell Now,
Soul II Soul,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Sam Rivers,
Sister Nancy,
The J.B.'s,
Fear,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Wake,
Aloha Tigers,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Saints,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Reuben Wilson,
Deepchord,
Youth Brigade,
Chris Corsano,
Spoonie Gee,
Soft Machine,
Pole,
The Gladiators,
Fela Kuti,
Yusef Lateef,
Moebius,
New York Dolls,
Sarah Menescal,
X-102,
Q65,
Rufus Thomas,
Gil Scott Heron, Gil Scott Heron, Gil Scott Heron, Gil Scott Heron.
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.