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 Tonga and from Copenhagen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
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 1965 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Techniques to the crunk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic. All the underground hits.
All Newcleus tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Crime record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rhythm & Sound record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nico,
Loose Ends,
Boredoms,
The Dirtbombs,
The Smiths,
Pagans,
Fat Boys,
Subhumans,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Bill Near,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Easy Going,
The Index,
Sun Ra,
Slave,
Trumans Water,
Dead Boys,
Brand Nubian,
the Bar-Kays,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Bad Manners,
Godley & Creme,
Delta 5,
the Sonics,
Sonic Youth,
Boogie Down Productions,
Arcadia,
Leonard Cohen,
The Divine Comedy,
Nils Olav,
Index,
The New Christs,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Max Romeo,
Funkadelic,
The Residents,
The Golliwogs,
Cecil Taylor,
Aaron Thompson,
OOIOO,
Adolescents,
Basic Channel,
Roger Hodgson,
The Leaves,
Khruangbin,
Amon Düül,
Crispian St. Peters,
Pharoah Sanders,
Technova,
Moebius,
Goldenarms,
Steve Hackett,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Big Daddy Kane,
Make Up,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Cramps,
The Vogues,
Harmonia,
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.