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 Sri Lanka and from Manchester.
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 1961 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 guitar 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 Sam Rivers to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 L. Decosne. All the underground hits.
All Fear tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Henry Cow 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Massinfluence record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Danielle Patucci,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Bill Near,
Thompson Twins,
Michelle Simonal,
The Doors,
The Knickerbockers,
Slave,
The Beau Brummels,
Prince Buster,
Crash Course in Science,
Sun City Girls,
Gichy Dan,
Interpol,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Grass Roots,
Schoolly D,
Brass Construction,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Selecter,
Popol Vuh,
Davy DMX,
Joyce Sims,
Yazoo,
Au Pairs,
Absolute Body Control,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Remains,
Oneida,
Eric B and Rakim,
Marshall Jefferson,
Pole,
Swell Maps,
Ornette Coleman,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Black Bananas,
Al Stewart,
Reuben Wilson,
Minor Threat,
The Index,
Ossler,
Subhumans,
The Sonics,
Silicon Teens,
Donald Byrd,
Morten Harket,
Avey Tare,
X-101,
Q65,
Television Personalities,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Cymande,
Ituana,
Eurythmics,
John Lydon,
David McCallum,
10cc,
R.M.O.,
Todd Rundgren,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Royal Trux, Royal Trux, Royal Trux, Royal Trux.
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.