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 Finland and from Mexico City.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic 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 1969 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 clarinet 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 Kings Of Tomorrow to the grime kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 X-102. All the underground hits.
All Scion tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gong record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Anakelly record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Silicon Teens,
Peter and Kerry,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Harmonia,
Sonic Youth,
The Star Department,
A Certain Ratio,
The Doobie Brothers,
Can,
Dead Boys,
Charles Mingus,
Ronnie Foster,
The Beau Brummels,
Letta Mbulu,
X-101,
10cc,
Cymande,
Wire,
New Age Steppers,
Drexciya,
the Normal,
Saccharine Trust,
Magma,
Suburban Knight,
Lungfish,
Joyce Sims,
The Sonics,
Patti Smith,
Donald Byrd,
Marshall Jefferson,
Simply Red,
a-ha,
The Five Americans,
Trumans Water,
Niagra,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Mission of Burma,
Lakeside,
Delon & Dalcan,
48th St. Collective,
Deepchord,
Juan Atkins,
The Pretty Things,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Gang Gang Dance,
Althea and Donna,
Ultravox,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Fela Kuti,
Gerry Rafferty,
T. Rex,
the Association,
Infiniti,
Al Stewart,
The Durutti Column,
Toni Rubio,
Skaos,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Yellowson,
Fear,
Hot Snakes,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Evens, The Evens, The Evens, The Evens.
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.