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 Ghana and from Lagos.
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 1967 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Joe Smooth to the rock kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Maleditus Sound. All the underground hits.
All New York Dolls tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a ABC record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nils Olav,
Marmalade,
T.S.O.L.,
Moby Grape,
Scratch Acid,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Matthew Bourne,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Wally Richardson,
the Association,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Beau Brummels,
Crime,
Mantronix,
Hashim,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Lucky Dragons,
The Happenings,
Frankie Knuckles,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Ornette Coleman,
The Count Five,
CMW,
OOIOO,
Shuggie Otis,
The Walker Brothers,
Marine Girls,
DNA,
The Modern Lovers,
Lalo Schifrin,
Todd Terry,
Theoretical Girls,
The Techniques,
Cecil Taylor,
Mark Hollis,
The Searchers,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Massinfluence,
Scan 7,
Boz Scaggs,
Deepchord,
The Shadows of Knight,
PIL,
Wolf Eyes,
DJ Sneak,
JFA,
Maurizio,
Television Personalities,
The Victims,
Niagra,
The Trojans,
Loose Ends,
Magazine,
Black Flag,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Oneida,
Toni Rubio,
Dennis Brown,
Isaac Hayes, Isaac Hayes, Isaac Hayes, Isaac Hayes.
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.