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 Armenia and from Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 sitar 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 Bizarre Inc. to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Television. All the underground hits.
All The Selecter tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Au Pairs record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lou Reed & John Cale record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Arab on Radar,
Eddi Front,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Monochrome Set,
Slave,
Tom Boy,
Michelle Simonal,
Rotary Connection,
Popol Vuh,
Cheater Slicks,
Desert Stars,
Johnny Clarke,
The Searchers,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Mary Jane Girls,
Sound Behaviour,
The Knickerbockers,
Terrestrial Tones,
Janne Schatter,
Letta Mbulu,
Curtis Mayfield,
Rosa Yemen,
The Stooges,
Albert Ayler,
Shoche,
Guru Guru,
The Detroit Cobras,
Harpers Bizarre,
Ten City,
The Associates,
Moebius,
The Moleskins,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Spandau Ballet,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Joy Division,
X-102,
Mark Hollis,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Tears for Fears,
The Index,
The Sound,
Simply Red,
Lindisfarne,
Lightning Bolt,
Danielle Patucci,
The Fugs,
The Fortunes,
Crime,
Sister Nancy,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Brick,
8 Eyed Spy,
Eric Copeland,
The Techniques,
Lyres,
Maleditus Sound,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Pretty Things,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Rhythim Is Rhythim, Rhythim Is Rhythim, Rhythim Is Rhythim, Rhythim Is Rhythim.
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.