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 Mali and from Manila.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic 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 1965 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Terry Callier to the crunk 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 The Names. All the underground hits.
All Black Sheep tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Traffic Nightmare record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 sitar and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a EPMD record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gabor Szabo,
China Crisis,
MDC,
Skriet,
Erasure,
Radio Birdman,
Gang Starr,
The Mojo Men,
Tears for Fears,
Maurizio,
Marvin Gaye,
Boredoms,
Tommy Roe,
Country Teasers,
Black Pus,
David McCallum,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Laurel Aitken,
Delon & Dalcan,
Bobby Womack,
EPMD,
Technova,
Sonny Sharrock,
Angry Samoans,
Altered Images,
Crispy Ambulance,
Fugazi,
Theoretical Girls,
The Selecter,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Crash Course in Science,
Crispian St. Peters,
Robert Wyatt,
Essential Logic,
Maleditus Sound,
The Litter,
The Vogues,
Howard Jones,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Marc Almond,
Negative Approach,
Trumans Water,
Moss Icon,
Aswad,
The Gladiators,
Marmalade,
Con Funk Shun,
Warsaw,
The Grass Roots,
Alison Limerick,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Bobby Sherman,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Gun Club,
Curtis Mayfield,
Josef K,
Eric Dolphy,
Brass Construction,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Dead Boys,
Make Up,
Swell Maps, Swell Maps, Swell Maps, Swell Maps.
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.