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 Delhi.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 mellotron 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 Rites of Spring to the rock kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Eve St. Jones. All the underground hits.
All Traffic Nightmare tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Scientists 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 '90s.
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 Boogie Down Productions record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Maurizio,
Sun City Girls,
Byron Stingily,
Brick,
Niagra,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Jacob Miller,
Faraquet,
The Tremeloes,
John Foxx,
Arcadia,
The Blackbyrds,
The Sound,
Erasure,
Scrapy,
Guru Guru,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Beau Brummels,
Danielle Patucci,
Kas Product,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Mars,
Amon Düül II,
Popol Vuh,
Aswad,
Skriet,
Outsiders,
Scratch Acid,
Idris Muhammad,
Eddi Front,
CMW,
New York Dolls,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Barrington Levy,
Symarip,
Maleditus Sound,
The Gories,
Brothers Johnson,
Motorama,
Freddie Wadling,
MDC,
Minor Threat,
Nirvana,
Todd Terry,
Sandy B,
Cluster,
Deepchord,
Jandek,
Shuggie Otis,
The Standells,
Jeru the Damaja,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Steve Hackett,
Lyres,
Ultra Naté,
The New Christs,
Masters at Work,
Man Eating Sloth,
Index,
The American Breed,
Juan Atkins,
Desert Stars,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra, Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra, Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra, Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra.
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.