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 St Kitts & Nevis and from Mumbai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 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 Cal Tjader to the punk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Boz Scaggs. All the underground hits.
All Fifty Foot Hose tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mission of Burma record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a In Retrospect record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Trojans,
Cheater Slicks,
Funky Four + One,
Kaleidoscope,
The Knickerbockers,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Glambeats Corp.,
Boredoms,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Chrome,
The Shadows of Knight,
Gang Starr,
John Coltrane,
Ronan,
Cymande,
Suburban Knight,
Half Japanese,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Smoke,
Delon & Dalcan,
ABBA,
Brand Nubian,
Letta Mbulu,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Judy Mowatt,
Wings,
Toni Rubio,
Con Funk Shun,
Eve St. Jones,
Japan,
Arcadia,
Trumans Water,
Flamin' Groovies,
10cc,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Skarface,
Lou Christie,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Outsiders,
Scott Walker,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Beau Brummels,
Piero Umiliani,
Grey Daturas,
Ultimate Spinach,
This Heat,
the Bar-Kays,
The Standells,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Sandy B,
Traffic Nightmare,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Organ,
Model 500,
John Lydon,
Pussy Galore,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Vogues,
The Misunderstood,
Rosa Yemen,
Essential Logic, Essential Logic, Essential Logic, Essential Logic.
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.