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 Angola and from Spokane.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 Nile Rodgers 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 K-Klass to the jazz kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Eli Mardock. All the underground hits.
All The Litter tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Robert Hood 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Blossom Toes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kayak,
Nirvana,
Vainqueur,
Camberwell Now,
Spoonie Gee,
Japan,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Wolf Eyes,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Andrew Hill,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
David Bowie,
Gang Gang Dance,
Slick Rick,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Davy DMX,
Warren Ellis,
Brothers Johnson,
The Dead C,
Gang Starr,
Blake Baxter,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Lou Reed,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Divine Comedy,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Thompson Twins,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Fuzztones,
Joyce Sims,
the Slits,
Malaria!,
Scan 7,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Vladislav Delay,
Al Stewart,
The Saints,
Althea and Donna,
Cymande,
This Heat,
Bobby Sherman,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Sound Behaviour,
D'Angelo,
Flipper,
The Gories,
Lucky Dragons,
Wally Richardson,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Desert Stars,
Moby Grape,
Depeche Mode,
Funkadelic,
The Gun Club,
The Move,
The Sound,
Traffic Nightmare,
10cc, 10cc, 10cc, 10cc.
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.