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 Azerbaijan and from Houston.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Throbbing Gristle show in London.
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 1964 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the linndrum 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 Rotary Connection to the funk 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 MDC. All the underground hits.
All Sex Pistols tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gil Scott Heron record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a A Flock of Seagulls record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eric Dolphy,
Public Enemy,
Joy Division,
Guru Guru,
Maleditus Sound,
Scientists,
Supertramp,
Barclay James Harvest,
Television Personalities,
The Moleskins,
Brothers Johnson,
Eric B and Rakim,
Ultravox,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
UT,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
R.M.O.,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Depeche Mode,
Marshall Jefferson,
Groovy Waters,
Nico,
Connie Case,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Birthday Party,
Sun Ra,
The Modern Lovers,
Robert Hood,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Brick,
Nas,
The Stooges,
Wasted Youth,
Pet Shop Boys,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Derrick May,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Walker Brothers,
Hoover,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Beau Brummels,
Ronnie Foster,
Porter Ricks,
Bluetip,
K-Klass,
the Germs,
DNA,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Aloha Tigers,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Mantronix,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Slick Rick,
The Alarm Clocks,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Fuzztones,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Pantaleimon, Pantaleimon, Pantaleimon, Pantaleimon.
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.