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 Zambia and from Accra.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1960 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Charles Mingus to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Maleditus Sound. All the underground hits.
All Barclay James Harvest tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Skriet record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 chamberlin and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a CMW record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tres Demented,
Girls At Our Best!,
Dennis Brown,
Gastr Del Sol,
Ten City,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Roger Hodgson,
Severed Heads,
Cybotron,
Slick Rick,
Fela Kuti,
Tomorrow,
Ronnie Foster,
The Grass Roots,
Amon Düül II,
Sister Nancy,
Mad Mike,
Marmalade,
Average White Band,
Deepchord,
Lyres,
The Beau Brummels,
Swell Maps,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Dave Clark Five,
Toni Rubio,
Little Man,
Flash Fearless,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Red Krayola,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Quando Quango,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Con Funk Shun,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Brass Construction,
the Normal,
Joy Division,
JFA,
Ice-T,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Mojo Men,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Dave Gahan,
Second Layer,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Can,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Alison Limerick,
Rufus Thomas,
Scan 7,
Byron Stingily,
Drexciya,
Niagra,
Neil Young,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Bad Manners,
Erasure,
The Invisible, The Invisible, The Invisible, The Invisible.
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.