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 Iceland and from Cairo.
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 1963 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Fad Gadget to the techno 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 One Last Wish. All the underground hits.
All The Zeros tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Absolute Body Control record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Echo & the Bunnymen record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
New York Dolls,
Khruangbin,
Ornette Coleman,
Lou Reed,
Yaz,
Symarip,
Bluetip,
Pylon,
Andrew Hill,
The Angels of Light,
Yellowson,
Robert Wyatt,
Anakelly,
Tres Demented,
Aswad,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Don Cherry,
Jeff Lynne,
Barclay James Harvest,
Ossler,
Kurtis Blow,
Camberwell Now,
La Düsseldorf,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Freddie Wadling,
Yazoo,
48th St. Collective,
Eve St. Jones,
Siglo XX,
the Soft Cell,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Banda Bassotti,
Eric B and Rakim,
Rakim,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Bootsy Collins,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Buckinghams,
Arab on Radar,
Smog,
Dark Day,
Barbara Tucker,
Black Bananas,
The United States of America,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Liliput,
New Age Steppers,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Laurel Aitken,
Matthew Bourne,
Gang Starr,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
the Fania All-Stars,
Lalo Schifrin,
Desert Stars,
Outsiders,
The Monks,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy, The Peanut Butter Conspiracy, The Peanut Butter Conspiracy, The Peanut Butter Conspiracy.
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.