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 Bosnia Herzegovina and from Milan.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 1967 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Michelle Simonal to the jazz kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Basic Channel. All the underground hits.
All Amon Düül II tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sound Behaviour 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Alton Ellis record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Zapp,
The Cure,
Echospace,
Negative Approach,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
This Heat,
Simply Red,
Neil Young,
Gregory Isaacs,
Robert Görl,
MC5,
Tom Boy,
Eddi Front,
Kenny Larkin,
Flash Fearless,
EPMD,
Stockholm Monsters,
Boz Scaggs,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Susan Cadogan,
The Sonics,
L. Decosne,
Sex Pistols,
Dual Sessions,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Wasted Youth,
Sun City Girls,
LL Cool J,
the Slits,
Absolute Body Control,
Subhumans,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Velvet Underground,
Lou Reed,
Idris Muhammad,
Minny Pops,
Flamin' Groovies,
Al Stewart,
Goldenarms,
Clear Light,
Ten City,
The Seeds,
X-102,
Shuggie Otis,
Peter and Kerry,
Fad Gadget,
Pere Ubu,
Joey Negro,
Boredoms,
Gerry Rafferty,
Leonard Cohen,
Black Flag,
The Slits,
Todd Rundgren,
Cameo,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Lakeside,
Popol Vuh,
Swans,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Echo & the Bunnymen, Echo & the Bunnymen, Echo & the Bunnymen, Echo & the Bunnymen.
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.