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 Brunei and from Copenhagen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1965.
I was there at the first Beefheart show in Lancaster.
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 1960 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Johannesburg.
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 The Zeros to the dance kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Lindisfarne. All the underground hits.
All Cybotron tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Malaria! record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Moody Blues record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Association,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Flash Fearless,
Skarface,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Stockholm Monsters,
Thee Headcoats,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Throbbing Gristle,
ABBA,
Yusef Lateef,
Sparks,
Gastr Del Sol,
Talk Talk,
Marcia Griffiths,
Archie Shepp,
Trumans Water,
Nas,
Jimmy McGriff,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Raincoats,
Eric Copeland,
Simply Red,
a-ha,
Alison Limerick,
Agitation Free,
Ken Boothe,
Easy Going,
Marvin Gaye,
Ornette Coleman,
Cameo,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Frankie Knuckles,
Goldenarms,
The Smiths,
Moss Icon,
Spandau Ballet,
The Skatalites,
Can,
Sight & Sound,
Amon Düül,
Nils Olav,
Todd Rundgren,
Drexciya,
The Blues Magoos,
The Pretty Things,
Scott Walker,
10cc,
Ralphi Rosario,
Jesper Dahlback,
Jeff Mills,
Banda Bassotti,
Urselle,
X-Ray Spex,
ABC,
L. Decosne,
Ice-T,
Arab on Radar,
Flamin' Groovies,
Babytalk, Babytalk, Babytalk, Babytalk.
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.