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 Denmark and from Mumbai.
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 Cairo and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 1965 at the first Beefheart practice in a loft in Lancaster.
I was working on the 808 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 Knickerbockers to the funk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Johnny Osbourne. All the underground hits.
All Bizarre Inc. tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Reagan Youth record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Music Machine record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Big Daddy Kane,
Todd Rundgren,
Thee Headcoats,
The Durutti Column,
Kas Product,
Terry Callier,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Roger Hodgson,
Siglo XX,
the Association,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
a-ha,
X-102,
Smog,
The Gladiators,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Talk Talk,
Kevin Saunderson,
Pole,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Niagra,
Jawbox,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Heaven 17,
Television Personalities,
Nas,
Rotary Connection,
The Cramps,
Terrestrial Tones,
Mandrill,
Underground Resistance,
Fear,
Cheater Slicks,
Rakim,
Radio Birdman,
Iggy Pop,
Pharoah Sanders,
Unrelated Segments,
Pylon,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Neu!,
Colin Newman,
The Slackers,
Howard Jones,
Jesper Dahlback,
Roy Ayers,
Joe Smooth,
Donald Byrd,
The Golliwogs,
Donny Hathaway,
The Vogues,
Harpers Bizarre,
Johnny Osbourne,
the Fania All-Stars,
UT,
Japan,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
the Swans,
Lucky Dragons,
Quantec,
The Last Poets,
Tropical Tobacco, Tropical Tobacco, Tropical Tobacco, Tropical Tobacco.
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.