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 Slovenia and from Paris.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 Stockholm and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 David Bowie 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 UT to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Chocolate Watch Band. All the underground hits.
All Cluster tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ludus record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Heavy D & The Boyz record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Harpers Bizarre,
Dark Day,
Oblivians,
Pantytec,
Lalo Schifrin,
Toni Rubio,
Tres Demented,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Gichy Dan,
The Pop Group,
Little Man,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Cymande,
Goldenarms,
The Flesh Eaters,
Easy Going,
The Trojans,
Grandmaster Flash,
Freddie Wadling,
Wally Richardson,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Reagan Youth,
Swell Maps,
Leonard Cohen,
The Sound,
Jerry's Kids,
James White and The Blacks,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Metal Thangz,
Rakim,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
48th St. Collective,
The Blackbyrds,
Scientists,
Eve St. Jones,
The Victims,
Barclay James Harvest,
Subhumans,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Buzzcocks,
Q and Not U,
Soft Cell,
The Blues Magoos,
The Human League,
Susan Cadogan,
Hasil Adkins,
Kool Moe Dee,
Camberwell Now,
Gil Scott Heron,
Junior Murvin,
Franke,
Fad Gadget,
Blancmange,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Toasters,
Fluxion,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Byron Stingily,
The New Christs,
Con Funk Shun,
Symarip,
Al Stewart, Al Stewart, Al Stewart, Al Stewart.
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.