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 Jordan and from Houston.
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 1962 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Halifax 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 organ 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 Sly & The Family Stone to the grime kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 The Invisible. All the underground hits.
All Bronski Beat tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Erasure record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Invisible record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fort Wilson Riot,
Section 25,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Mummies,
Chris & Cosey,
the Bar-Kays,
Nick Fraelich,
The Evens,
Dorothy Ashby,
Tommy Roe,
Stetsasonic,
Pharoah Sanders,
Excepter,
Wire,
Barry Ungar,
Shuggie Otis,
Khruangbin,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The American Breed,
Charles Mingus,
Neu!,
Young Marble Giants,
The Human League,
Clear Light,
Easy Going,
Barclay James Harvest,
Ponytail,
Blancmange,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
R.M.O.,
Angry Samoans,
Roxy Music,
Qualms,
The Durutti Column,
Wally Richardson,
Stiv Bators,
Bizarre Inc.,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Josef K,
Janne Schatter,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Grandmaster Flash,
Flash Fearless,
The Music Machine,
Pet Shop Boys,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Procol Harum,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
John Holt,
Fela Kuti,
Joe Smooth,
The Victims,
The Raincoats,
Sister Nancy,
Brass Construction,
Marc Almond,
Todd Terry,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Technova,
The Blues Magoos,
Slick Rick,
Crispy Ambulance,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson, Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson, Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson, Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson.
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.