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 France and from Edmonton.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 chamberlin 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 Popol Vuh to the jazz kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Cowsills. All the underground hits.
All Marcia Griffiths tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Essential Logic record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 snare and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Popol Vuh record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Sparks,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Funkadelic,
Sexual Harrassment,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Nils Olav,
Shoche,
Sound Behaviour,
Tim Buckley,
Jerry's Kids,
Donald Byrd,
Rites of Spring,
Sight & Sound,
New York Dolls,
Boz Scaggs,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Aural Exciters,
Circle Jerks,
Reagan Youth,
Grandmaster Flash,
Mad Mike,
Newcleus,
Fluxion,
Al Stewart,
Mission of Burma,
Davy DMX,
Camberwell Now,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Bobby Womack,
Franke,
Lyres,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Quando Quango,
The Neon Judgement,
Ronnie Foster,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Tom Boy,
MDC,
Oneida,
Stiv Bators,
Harpers Bizarre,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Average White Band,
Robert Görl,
Patti Smith,
Monks,
Sonny Sharrock,
Roy Ayers,
The Gladiators,
Parry Music,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Royal Trux,
Smog,
Grauzone,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Carl Craig,
Country Teasers,
Beasts of Bourbon, Beasts of Bourbon, Beasts of Bourbon, Beasts of Bourbon.
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.