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 Colombia and from London.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1963 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 oboe 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 Bobby Byrd to the dance kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Tubeway Army. All the underground hits.
All Toni Rubio tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Residents record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 clarinet and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Liliput record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Smiths,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Mojo Men,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Subhumans,
Aloha Tigers,
Bobby Byrd,
Lee Hazlewood,
Fela Kuti,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Joe Smooth,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Moss Icon,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Rekid,
Liliput,
Guru Guru,
Black Sheep,
Chrome,
Ronan,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Gories,
Ralphi Rosario,
the Association,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Wake,
Fat Boys,
The Vogues,
Flash Fearless,
Schoolly D,
Drexciya,
Iggy Pop,
Terrestrial Tones,
Vladislav Delay,
The Skatalites,
Lindisfarne,
James Chance & The Contortions,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Neu!,
Angry Samoans,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Doors,
the Human League,
Technova,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Joy Division,
Gastr Del Sol,
Von Mondo,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Depeche Mode,
LL Cool J,
Mo-Dettes,
The Shadows of Knight,
DJ Style,
Con Funk Shun,
Cecil Taylor,
Anakelly,
Pet Shop Boys,
Johnny Clarke,
Simply Red,
A Certain Ratio,
Sonny Sharrock,
Lou Christie, Lou Christie, Lou Christie, Lou Christie.
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.