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 Chile and from Accra.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Throbbing Gristle show in 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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 1976 at the first Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the güiro 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 Amon Düül 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 X-101. All the underground hits.
All Kerri Chandler tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Hashim record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gang Gang Dance,
Black Moon,
Jerry's Kids,
The Young Rascals,
Average White Band,
Mission of Burma,
Amon Düül II,
Little Man,
Second Layer,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Ossler,
Adolescents,
Goldenarms,
Black Bananas,
Peter and Kerry,
Althea and Donna,
Marmalade,
Simply Red,
Gil Scott Heron,
Eurythmics,
Suburban Knight,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Trojans,
Grandmaster Flash,
Masters at Work,
In Retrospect,
Bronski Beat,
Blake Baxter,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Lakeside,
The Monochrome Set,
Drexciya,
Lee Hazlewood,
Sällskapet,
Ituana,
The Mojo Men,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Don Cherry,
Rufus Thomas,
The Alarm Clocks,
Angry Samoans,
Bad Manners,
Aswad,
Pet Shop Boys,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Dave Clark Five,
Nils Olav,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Boogie Down Productions,
Massinfluence,
David Bowie,
Camberwell Now,
Neu!,
The Seeds,
Popol Vuh,
Alton Ellis,
Skarface,
Delta 5,
The United States of America,
Excepter,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Mummies, The Mummies, The Mummies, The Mummies.
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.