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 Angola and from Mumbai.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide 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 1969 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Accra.
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 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 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 The Monks to the funk 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 Toni Rubio. All the underground hits.
All The Victims tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Robert Hood 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Simply Red record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Prince Buster,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
ABC,
Don Cherry,
Slave,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Thee Headcoats,
Minny Pops,
Reuben Wilson,
Liliput,
Fela Kuti,
The Fire Engines,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Maleditus Sound,
Aswad,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Q65,
Letta Mbulu,
Camouflage,
The Index,
Eurythmics,
Outsiders,
Lyres,
Warren Ellis,
Kayak,
Arab on Radar,
Loose Ends,
Faraquet,
Malaria!,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Smoke,
Dawn Penn,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Delta 5,
Yusef Lateef,
Zero Boys,
The Monochrome Set,
Throbbing Gristle,
Zapp,
Chris Corsano,
F. McDonald,
Alice Coltrane,
Average White Band,
Scratch Acid,
World's Most,
Cybotron,
Television Personalities,
Hashim,
Youth Brigade,
Mr. Review,
EPMD,
Y Pants,
ABBA,
Scan 7,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Young Rascals,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Idris Muhammad,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Pop Group, The Pop Group, The Pop Group, The Pop Group.
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.