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 Switzerland and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1966 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Al Stewart 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 Art Ensemble Of Chicago. All the underground hits.
All Sex Pistols tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bobbi Humphrey record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 marimba and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bootsy Collins record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Connie Case,
Warsaw,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Bauhaus,
The Remains,
Scientists,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Fortunes,
Bootsy Collins,
Mantronix,
Donny Hathaway,
The Cure,
Sun Ra,
Gil Scott Heron,
Lightning Bolt,
Model 500,
Amazonics,
Dennis Brown,
Moss Icon,
Isaac Hayes,
Barrington Levy,
Echospace,
Marcia Griffiths,
X-102,
Dave Gahan,
L. Decosne,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Oblivians,
the Human League,
Tom Boy,
Slave,
The Monks,
Althea and Donna,
The Names,
Organ,
Iggy Pop,
Aaron Thompson,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Doobie Brothers,
Soul II Soul,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Sonics,
Magma,
Icehouse,
Vainqueur,
Joyce Sims,
Easy Going,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Arcadia,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Marvin Gaye,
The Motions,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
the Sonics,
Colin Newman,
Hot Snakes,
Harmonia,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Ken Boothe,
Ronan,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Smoke,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx, Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx, Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx, Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx.
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.