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 Australia and from Manchester.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 Stockholm and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 synthesizer 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 Oppenheimer Analysis to the techno 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 MC5. All the underground hits.
All Fela Kuti tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eden Ahbez record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Patti Smith record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Shoche,
The Slackers,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Danielle Patucci,
Moby Grape,
Barry Ungar,
Warsaw,
Byron Stingily,
Amazonics,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Lindisfarne,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Fat Boys,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Suicide,
Dead Boys,
Radiohead,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Average White Band,
The Tremeloes,
Essential Logic,
The Techniques,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Brothers Johnson,
Sällskapet,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Ten City,
Con Funk Shun,
David McCallum,
FM Einheit,
Soul II Soul,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Parry Music,
Ralphi Rosario,
Alton Ellis,
Lakeside,
Lungfish,
Albert Ayler,
Gil Scott Heron,
Hardrive,
Stiv Bators,
Quadrant,
The Litter,
Mandrill,
The Young Rascals,
Unrelated Segments,
La Düsseldorf,
Pet Shop Boys,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
kango's stein massive,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Vainqueur,
Lalann,
Loose Ends,
The Electric Prunes,
Funky Four + One,
Rekid,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Pussy Galore,
Make Up, Make Up, Make Up, Make Up.
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.