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 Gabon and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1969 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 sitar 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 D'Angelo to the punk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Talk Talk. All the underground hits.
All Fluxion tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fatback Band 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Main Source record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Metal Thangz,
Talk Talk,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Joe Smooth,
The Grass Roots,
Godley & Creme,
Ornette Coleman,
Ice-T,
the Germs,
The Angels of Light,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Saccharine Trust,
Leonard Cohen,
DJ Sneak,
Scott Walker,
Simply Red,
Bob Dylan,
Thee Headcoats,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Black Moon,
The J.B.'s,
Marine Girls,
Lee Hazlewood,
Harpers Bizarre,
Amon Düül,
Todd Rundgren,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Byron Stingily,
Eric B and Rakim,
Sight & Sound,
Stereo Dub,
Sam Rivers,
Japan,
Crime,
Pantaleimon,
Sixth Finger,
Gil Scott Heron,
Soft Machine,
Erasure,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Blackbyrds,
Tres Demented,
Negative Approach,
The Dirtbombs,
David McCallum,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Minor Threat,
K-Klass,
The Gap Band,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Roxette,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Martian,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Soul II Soul,
ABC,
Banda Bassotti,
John Holt,
Ronan,
The Seeds, The Seeds, The Seeds, The Seeds.
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.