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 France and from Glasgow.
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 1968 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Teenage Jesus and the Jerks to the disco 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 Pole. All the underground hits.
All Girls At Our Best! tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Fugs 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 an arpeggiator and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Al Stewart record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Associates,
The Happenings,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Slick Rick,
Jacob Miller,
The Gap Band,
The Selecter,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
June of 44,
Ken Boothe,
Sonny Sharrock,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Fall,
Laurel Aitken,
Hashim,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Mary Jane Girls,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
L. Decosne,
Drexciya,
Gang of Four,
Grey Daturas,
Easy Going,
Unrelated Segments,
Ludus,
Toni Rubio,
Bobby Byrd,
Dave Gahan,
The Pretty Things,
Young Marble Giants,
The Cure,
The Doobie Brothers,
Lightning Bolt,
X-Ray Spex,
Make Up,
David Axelrod,
Sparks,
X-102,
The Golliwogs,
Marshall Jefferson,
Soul II Soul,
Stereo Dub,
Quando Quango,
Duran Duran,
The Gun Club,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Trumans Water,
Suicide,
Tears for Fears,
Funky Four + One,
Mo-Dettes,
Tomorrow,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Sonics,
The United States of America,
Judy Mowatt,
Janne Schatter,
Barrington Levy,
Accadde A,
Roxy Music,
Soulsonic Force, Soulsonic Force, Soulsonic Force, Soulsonic Force.
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.