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 Eritrea and from Glasgow.
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 1962 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Dave Clark Five to the grime kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Sun Ra. All the underground hits.
All Traffic Nightmare tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Robert Wyatt 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Babytalk record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Soulsonic Force,
Amon Düül II,
Cameo,
Soul Sonic Force,
the Normal,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Glambeats Corp.,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Stockholm Monsters,
the Sonics,
Simply Red,
The Velvet Underground,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Quando Quango,
K-Klass,
Lakeside,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Moody Blues,
PIL,
Livin' Joy,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Circle Jerks,
Big Daddy Kane,
Oneida,
Model 500,
Unwound,
Kerri Chandler,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Wire,
Faust,
Yazoo,
The American Breed,
Davy DMX,
Neil Young,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Gladiators,
Lucky Dragons,
The Gories,
The Buckinghams,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Andrew Hill,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Severed Heads,
The Monochrome Set,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Fortunes,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Robert Wyatt,
The Barracudas,
Nick Fraelich,
Joe Smooth,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Lee Hazlewood,
Cal Tjader,
Theoretical Girls,
Silicon Teens,
F. McDonald,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Bush Tetras, Bush Tetras, Bush Tetras, Bush Tetras.
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.