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 Peru and from Winnipeg.
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 1961 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 1977 at the first Human League practice in a loft in Sheffield.
I was working on the guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Lonnie Liston Smith to the disco 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 Monks. All the underground hits.
All Brothers Johnson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gian Franco Pienzio record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Chris & Cosey record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord 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?
Amon Düül II,
Blossom Toes,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Eurythmics,
Fluxion,
Parry Music,
cv313,
Pagans,
Michelle Simonal,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Second Layer,
MC5,
Robert Hood,
EPMD,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Real Kids,
Sam Rivers,
Metal Thangz,
U.S. Maple,
Swans,
Tim Buckley,
The Victims,
Motorama,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Frankie Knuckles,
Dave Gahan,
Gong,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Los Fastidios,
Deakin,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Tom Boy,
Eric B and Rakim,
Bizarre Inc.,
Eric Dolphy,
JFA,
Mission of Burma,
Main Source,
Mr. Review,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Amon Düül,
Bobby Sherman,
Ornette Coleman,
Can,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
DNA,
Radio Birdman,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Infiniti,
Banda Bassotti,
Moebius,
Rapeman,
Todd Rundgren,
Monks,
New York Dolls,
Steve Hackett,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Lou Reed,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Jacob Miller,
The Names,
The Young Rascals, The Young Rascals, The Young Rascals, The Young Rascals.
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.