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 Germany and from Cairo.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Houston.
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 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 Vainqueur to the rap 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 Cure. All the underground hits.
All Malaria! tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Country Joe & The Fish record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Davy DMX,
Eurythmics,
Yellowson,
Crispian St. Peters,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Soulsonic Force,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Roy Ayers,
Cheater Slicks,
Mary Jane Girls,
Half Japanese,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Magazine,
F. McDonald,
Slick Rick,
David McCallum,
Yazoo,
Delta 5,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Blake Baxter,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Nirvana,
The Music Machine,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Easy Going,
Zero Boys,
Pierre Henry,
Eric Copeland,
The Pretty Things,
Sound Behaviour,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Soul Sonic Force,
Niagra,
Tom Boy,
Moss Icon,
Chris & Cosey,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Ituana,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Harmonia,
Neil Young,
Quadrant,
Cameo,
The Smoke,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Monochrome Set,
DJ Sneak,
Quando Quango,
The Barracudas,
Althea and Donna,
Outsiders,
Depeche Mode,
The Residents,
Robert Görl,
Trumans Water,
Traffic Nightmare,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
OOIOO,
Lakeside,
Kayak,
Neu!,
Nation of Ulysses, Nation of Ulysses, Nation of Ulysses, Nation of Ulysses.
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.