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 St Lucia and from Shanghai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Throbbing Gristle show in London.
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 Columbus and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Sight & Sound to the grime kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Loose Ends. All the underground hits.
All The Grass Roots tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bob Dylan record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Half Japanese record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lindisfarne,
Amazonics,
Mantronix,
The Sonics,
Boz Scaggs,
Camouflage,
Franke,
The Cramps,
Davy DMX,
Massinfluence,
Simply Red,
Radiohead,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Deadbeat,
a-ha,
David McCallum,
Agitation Free,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Lalann,
Zero Boys,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Ludus,
The Litter,
Jeff Lynne,
Gichy Dan,
The Pretty Things,
Suburban Knight,
Rosa Yemen,
D'Angelo,
Cameo,
Visage,
Jerry's Kids,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Nas,
The Stooges,
X-102,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Beau Brummels,
Joensuu 1685,
ABBA,
The Star Department,
Matthew Halsall,
Grauzone,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Minor Threat,
Little Man,
Kool Moe Dee,
Toni Rubio,
La Düsseldorf,
Y Pants,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Names,
The Red Krayola,
The Saints,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Schoolly D,
Tomorrow,
Maleditus Sound,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Stiv Bators,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds, Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds, Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds, Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds.
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.