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 South Africa and from Lille.
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 1969 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 F. McDonald to the disco 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 U.S. Maple. All the underground hits.
All The Mummies 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Soulsonic Force record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Aural Exciters,
The Durutti Column,
Yazoo,
The Knickerbockers,
The Sonics,
The Smiths,
Cal Tjader,
Black Moon,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Neu!,
Circle Jerks,
Clear Light,
The Beau Brummels,
Warsaw,
Bush Tetras,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Flamin' Groovies,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Fluxion,
Hoover,
Easy Going,
Ronnie Foster,
Big Daddy Kane,
Eve St. Jones,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Bill Wells,
Alphaville,
Leonard Cohen,
The Barracudas,
Smog,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Stetsasonic,
The Busters,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Mary Jane Girls,
Simply Red,
Man Eating Sloth,
Crime,
The Shadows of Knight,
Radiopuhelimet,
Cheater Slicks,
Gichy Dan,
Pierre Henry,
the Slits,
The American Breed,
Amon Düül,
Procol Harum,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Gang of Four,
8 Eyed Spy,
Deadbeat,
Jeff Lynne,
Gang Green,
John Holt,
Al Stewart,
Piero Umiliani,
The Smoke,
The Motions,
New Order,
The Cowsills,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
This Heat,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson, Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson, Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson, Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson.
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.