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 Botswana and from Johannesburg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Von Mondo to the funk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Popol Vuh. All the underground hits.
All The American Breed tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Section 25 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Laurel Aitken record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Soul II Soul,
JFA,
The Kinks,
The Modern Lovers,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Flesh Eaters,
Bobby Womack,
Bobby Sherman,
New York Dolls,
Lalo Schifrin,
the Germs,
Symarip,
Public Image Ltd.,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Donny Hathaway,
This Heat,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Residents,
Black Pus,
The Selecter,
The Remains,
Blossom Toes,
Livin' Joy,
Mary Jane Girls,
Scion,
E-Dancer,
Scrapy,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Pere Ubu,
Hardrive,
Desert Stars,
Liliput,
Grandmaster Flash,
Scratch Acid,
Johnny Clarke,
Accadde A,
Mark Hollis,
Malaria!,
Lalann,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Camouflage,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Cymande,
Soul Sonic Force,
Oblivians,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Knickerbockers,
Yellowson,
Gerry Rafferty,
Arab on Radar,
The Monochrome Set,
Radiohead,
Isaac Hayes,
David McCallum,
the Swans,
Hot Snakes,
New Age Steppers,
Negative Approach,
The Young Rascals, The Young Rascals, The Young Rascals, The Young Rascals.
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.