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 Albania and from Lyon.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 The Young Rascals. All the underground hits.
All Black Sheep tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Black Pus record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 theremin and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Black Sheep record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Grauzone,
Desert Stars,
Archie Shepp,
John Coltrane,
Patti Smith,
Brass Construction,
Robert Görl,
Audionom,
Idris Muhammad,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Johnny Osbourne,
Groovy Waters,
The Stooges,
Symarip,
Tommy Roe,
Mission of Burma,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Marshall Jefferson,
the Human League,
Mo-Dettes,
Crooked Eye,
Toni Rubio,
Monks,
New York Dolls,
Eric B and Rakim,
Boz Scaggs,
Sister Nancy,
Khruangbin,
Judy Mowatt,
The Mummies,
Lou Reed,
The Kinks,
Flipper,
Gabor Szabo,
Ludus,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Moebius,
Funkadelic,
Steve Hackett,
Nik Kershaw,
Fat Boys,
Parry Music,
Youth Brigade,
The Names,
X-Ray Spex,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Subhumans,
Scott Walker,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Cybotron,
Amon Düül,
Siglo XX,
Can,
La Düsseldorf,
Oneida,
Sandy B,
A Certain Ratio,
The Sound,
China Crisis,
Jeff Mills,
Radiopuhelimet, Radiopuhelimet, Radiopuhelimet, Radiopuhelimet.
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.