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 Norway and from Tehran.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Throbbing Gristle show in London.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Curtis Mayfield to the techno kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Graham Central Station. All the underground hits.
All Al Stewart tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Heavy D & The Boyz record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Slick Rick record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fatback Band,
Erasure,
Moss Icon,
Robert Hood,
Index,
Gabor Szabo,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Shuggie Otis,
Funky Four + One,
Brick,
Henry Cow,
Jerry's Kids,
Barry Ungar,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Hasil Adkins,
Todd Terry,
Idris Muhammad,
The Gories,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Alton Ellis,
Erykah Badu,
Letta Mbulu,
AZ,
the Fania All-Stars,
Rotary Connection,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Sällskapet,
Dead Boys,
Dennis Brown,
Roxette,
The Music Machine,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Altered Images,
Bang On A Can,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Knickerbockers,
Depeche Mode,
Television Personalities,
Ronnie Foster,
Anthony Braxton,
Moby Grape,
Soft Cell,
Ultimate Spinach,
Arab on Radar,
The Velvet Underground,
The Litter,
Pulsallama,
Maleditus Sound,
Eden Ahbez,
K-Klass,
Connie Case,
Rapeman,
Amon Düül,
Fugazi,
The Martian,
The Buckinghams,
Bootsy Collins,
Public Enemy, Public Enemy, Public Enemy, Public Enemy.
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.