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 India and from Delhi.
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 1961 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Toronto.
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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Move to the crunk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 The Alarm Clocks. All the underground hits.
All Gang of Four tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Cosmic Jokers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 synthesizer and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Boz Scaggs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Wake,
10cc,
Shuggie Otis,
Judy Mowatt,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Cheater Slicks,
Gang of Four,
Juan Atkins,
Y Pants,
Ossler,
Crime,
Jeru the Damaja,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Yellowson,
Absolute Body Control,
Bush Tetras,
Carl Craig,
Amon Düül II,
The Stooges,
Gabor Szabo,
Jacob Miller,
China Crisis,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Ronnie Foster,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Sam Rivers,
the Bar-Kays,
Bizarre Inc.,
Wally Richardson,
Radiohead,
John Cale,
Nico,
Pylon,
Motorama,
The Music Machine,
The United States of America,
Ornette Coleman,
Janne Schatter,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Litter,
Stereo Dub,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Interpol,
Joe Finger,
Outsiders,
Barbara Tucker,
Lebanon Hanover,
Make Up,
Magazine,
The Cowsills,
Funkadelic,
The Walker Brothers,
ABC,
The Sound,
Andrew Hill,
Roxy Music,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Red Krayola,
Big Daddy Kane,
Bauhaus,
Dorothy Ashby,
Gastr Del Sol, Gastr Del Sol, Gastr Del Sol, Gastr Del Sol.
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.