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 Slovakia and from Delhi.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Lyres to the funk 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 Manfred Mann's Earth Band. All the underground hits.
All Skaos tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Underground Resistance 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Andrew Hill record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Crooked Eye,
Brothers Johnson,
June of 44,
Flash Fearless,
Minnie Riperton,
Subhumans,
Joe Smooth,
Black Flag,
Shuggie Otis,
Josef K,
Mantronix,
Bronski Beat,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Skatalites,
The Names,
Japan,
Yusef Lateef,
Iggy Pop,
Ralphi Rosario,
Scion,
Alton Ellis,
Tres Demented,
Essential Logic,
Prince Buster,
Tommy Roe,
Jeff Lynne,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Max Romeo,
World's Most,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Crispy Ambulance,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Dawn Penn,
Cluster,
Jacques Brel,
Blossom Toes,
It's A Beautiful Day,
F. McDonald,
The Red Krayola,
Marmalade,
The Young Rascals,
Sällskapet,
Deakin,
Schoolly D,
the Germs,
Graham Central Station,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
JFA,
Angry Samoans,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Icehouse,
Kurtis Blow,
Gabor Szabo,
X-101,
Nirvana,
Thee Headcoats,
Spandau Ballet,
Kool Moe Dee,
Sun City Girls,
Y Pants,
One Last Wish,
Scratch Acid,
Vladislav Delay, Vladislav Delay, Vladislav Delay, Vladislav Delay.
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.