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 Belize and from Sao Paulo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South London.
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 Copenhagen and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 New Order to the techno 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 Ken Boothe. All the underground hits.
All Sixth Finger tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Five Americans 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Scan 7 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Jesper Dahlback,
Los Fastidios,
Unwound,
Nas,
Barrington Levy,
Angry Samoans,
Marcia Griffiths,
Index,
Freddie Wadling,
Au Pairs,
Lindisfarne,
Public Image Ltd.,
David Axelrod,
Susan Cadogan,
New Age Steppers,
Camouflage,
Dark Day,
The Barracudas,
Popol Vuh,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Pylon,
Joe Smooth,
Joe Finger,
Todd Rundgren,
Monks,
Funkadelic,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Jeff Mills,
Black Sheep,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Eden Ahbez,
Fear,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Moebius,
The Names,
Bobby Womack,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Toasters,
Patti Smith,
Marc Almond,
John Cale,
Deadbeat,
Black Flag,
The Busters,
Vainqueur,
This Heat,
H. Thieme,
X-101,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Girls At Our Best!,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Sam Rivers,
Bang On A Can,
Mad Mike,
Eve St. Jones,
Intrusion,
The Gap Band,
La Düsseldorf,
Bizarre Inc.,
Gabor Szabo,
Duran Duran,
Circle Jerks, Circle Jerks, Circle Jerks, Circle Jerks.
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.