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 Malta and from Beijing.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
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 1961 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Todd Rundgren to the crunk 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 Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson. All the underground hits.
All Joensuu 1685 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gang Green record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 mellotron and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Anakelly record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gang Starr,
The Fugs,
World's Most,
Cybotron,
Fluxion,
Kerrie Biddell,
Lee Hazlewood,
Public Enemy,
John Coltrane,
Audionom,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Pole,
Liliput,
JFA,
Leonard Cohen,
Sonic Youth,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Bootsy Collins,
U.S. Maple,
Jeff Mills,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Sun Ra,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Simply Red,
Goldenarms,
Rosa Yemen,
Cecil Taylor,
Rod Modell,
Ultravox,
Pylon,
Roxette,
Pussy Galore,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Lalo Schifrin,
Lou Reed,
Deakin,
One Last Wish,
Andrew Hill,
Suicide,
The Stooges,
CMW,
Godley & Creme,
Mantronix,
Derrick Morgan,
Average White Band,
Panda Bear,
Groovy Waters,
Flipper,
Fela Kuti,
Loose Ends,
The Evens,
Fat Boys,
Letta Mbulu,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Intrusion,
Steve Hackett,
Gichy Dan,
Joensuu 1685,
the Bar-Kays,
Big Daddy Kane,
Black Flag,
James White and The Blacks,
Kevin Saunderson, Kevin Saunderson, Kevin Saunderson, Kevin Saunderson.
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.