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 Senegal and from Johannesburg.
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 1968 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Sex Pistols to the grunge 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 Drive Like Jehu. All the underground hits.
All Lonnie Liston Smith tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Babytalk 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Reuben Wilson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gang of Four,
Inner City,
Letta Mbulu,
The Gun Club,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Thee Headcoats,
Oblivians,
Pierre Henry,
Hot Snakes,
Henry Cow,
X-102,
Quadrant,
Excepter,
B.T. Express,
Crooked Eye,
MDC,
Curtis Mayfield,
The J.B.'s,
Flipper,
Kurtis Blow,
Cameo,
Essential Logic,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Gories,
The Dave Clark Five,
Eurythmics,
Marmalade,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Fortunes,
Drexciya,
Zapp,
Aural Exciters,
Malaria!,
Roxy Music,
PIL,
the Human League,
Sight & Sound,
The Neon Judgement,
Tubeway Army,
The Victims,
Boredoms,
K-Klass,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Beau Brummels,
Scratch Acid,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Dual Sessions,
Max Romeo,
The Moleskins,
The Invisible,
Blossom Toes,
Young Marble Giants,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Vladislav Delay,
Magazine,
Public Enemy,
Maurizio,
Ohio Players,
Half Japanese,
Urselle,
UT,
Los Fastidios, Los Fastidios, Los Fastidios, Los Fastidios.
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.