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 Panama and from Paris.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1962 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Jacques Brel to the punk 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 Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience. All the underground hits.
All The Selecter tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Human League record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Normal record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
David Axelrod,
Bluetip,
Bobby Womack,
Faust,
Pussy Galore,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Robert Wyatt,
Bobby Byrd,
Zero Boys,
Graham Central Station,
Ralphi Rosario,
the Association,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Toni Rubio,
Crooked Eye,
Bobby Sherman,
Brothers Johnson,
Deakin,
The Tremeloes,
Lee Hazlewood,
Funkadelic,
Kevin Saunderson,
Susan Cadogan,
Barry Ungar,
Pierre Henry,
Lyres,
Yaz,
Throbbing Gristle,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
DJ Sneak,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Knickerbockers,
The Searchers,
Fatback Band,
a-ha,
The Techniques,
The Music Machine,
Matthew Bourne,
Technova,
Delon & Dalcan,
Nas,
The Busters,
Eric Dolphy,
The Red Krayola,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Mad Mike,
The Skatalites,
X-Ray Spex,
Animal Collective,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Motions,
Lalo Schifrin,
Suburban Knight,
Rekid,
The J.B.'s,
E-Dancer,
Roxette,
EPMD,
Underground Resistance,
Youth Brigade,
Pere Ubu,
Lou Reed & John Cale, Lou Reed & John Cale, Lou Reed & John Cale, Lou Reed & John Cale.
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.