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 Finland and from Milan.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and New York.
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 1975 at the first Throbbing Gristle practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Country Joe & The Fish to the rock 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 F. McDonald. All the underground hits.
All Pantytec tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Music Machine 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fela Kuti record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Franke,
Janne Schatter,
Howard Jones,
Procol Harum,
Suicide,
Jacob Miller,
Robert Görl,
Drexciya,
Charles Mingus,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Sound,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Smiths,
Henry Cow,
Magma,
Stetsasonic,
Lightning Bolt,
Dawn Penn,
Nirvana,
Marvin Gaye,
A Certain Ratio,
Peter and Kerry,
Avey Tare,
Y Pants,
This Heat,
Organ,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Livin' Joy,
Jesper Dahlback,
Banda Bassotti,
CMW,
The New Christs,
Negative Approach,
Khruangbin,
the Soft Cell,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Ponytail,
Essential Logic,
The Slackers,
Saccharine Trust,
Skarface,
K-Klass,
Smog,
Crispy Ambulance,
Bad Manners,
Q and Not U,
Derrick May,
Barbara Tucker,
Clear Light,
Glambeats Corp.,
Crooked Eye,
The Barracudas,
Lou Reed,
Roxy Music,
Kayak,
Model 500,
Kurtis Blow,
The Fuzztones,
Idris Muhammad,
Sugar Minott,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Erykah Badu,
Bob Dylan, Bob Dylan, Bob Dylan, Bob Dylan.
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.