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 Bahamas and from Taipei.
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 1962 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the synthesizer 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 Fania All-Stars to the rap 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 Tomorrow. All the underground hits.
All Outsiders tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Busters record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s 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 Black Moon record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Swans,
The Techniques,
Lebanon Hanover,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Neon Judgement,
Letta Mbulu,
Hasil Adkins,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Spoonie Gee,
Bootsy Collins,
Sister Nancy,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Massinfluence,
Robert Wyatt,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Los Fastidios,
Erasure,
Franke,
The Residents,
Mark Hollis,
Jacob Miller,
Suburban Knight,
Electric Prunes,
Visage,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Darondo,
PIL,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The United States of America,
Prince Buster,
Theoretical Girls,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Raincoats,
Dead Boys,
CMW,
Janne Schatter,
D'Angelo,
Jerry's Kids,
Gregory Isaacs,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Tubeway Army,
Underground Resistance,
Susan Cadogan,
the Slits,
Curtis Mayfield,
David McCallum,
Pylon,
Surgeon,
The Blues Magoos,
Radio Birdman,
Bizarre Inc.,
June Days,
Charles Mingus,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Count Five,
the Swans,
Kayak,
Morten Harket, Morten Harket, Morten Harket, Morten Harket.
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.