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 Mauritania and from Mumbai.
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 1960 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Los Fastidios to the punk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Fat Boys. All the underground hits.
All The Cowsills tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Warren Ellis 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a MC5 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fad Gadget,
Das Ding,
Bobby Byrd,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Wally Richardson,
Eric Dolphy,
The Misunderstood,
Morten Harket,
Roy Ayers,
Guru Guru,
Lungfish,
Suicide,
Niagra,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Seeds,
Yaz,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Dead C,
Eurythmics,
Connie Case,
Bad Manners,
Oblivians,
The Gories,
Q65,
David Axelrod,
The Moleskins,
Ponytail,
Angry Samoans,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Boredoms,
The Invisible,
Sound Behaviour,
Eden Ahbez,
Lou Christie,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Anakelly,
Josef K,
Barrington Levy,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Jerry's Kids,
Chris & Cosey,
Andrew Hill,
Crispian St. Peters,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Wasted Youth,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Faust,
Sixth Finger,
Anthony Braxton,
Public Enemy,
Gang Gang Dance,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Matthew Halsall,
Laurel Aitken,
Lalo Schifrin,
Fear,
Vainqueur,
Los Fastidios,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic, Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic, Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic, Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic.
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.