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 St Kitts & Nevis and from Delhi.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Banda Bassotti to the punk 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 Throbbing Gristle. All the underground hits.
All Manfred Mann's Earth Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ice-T record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 güiro and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Siglo XX record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Bronski Beat,
Thompson Twins,
John Cale,
Average White Band,
Black Moon,
The Raincoats,
Accadde A,
cv313,
Joey Negro,
The Selecter,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Dennis Brown,
Grey Daturas,
Symarip,
Amon Düül II,
The Alarm Clocks,
Brothers Johnson,
DJ Style,
Los Fastidios,
Bobby Womack,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Traffic Nightmare,
Japan,
Rod Modell,
One Last Wish,
Basic Channel,
Tomorrow,
Quadrant,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Dave Clark Five,
Carl Craig,
The Fuzztones,
Electric Prunes,
Outsiders,
Don Cherry,
8 Eyed Spy,
Visage,
The Gories,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Main Source,
Nirvana,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Desert Stars,
Pole,
Marshall Jefferson,
Toni Rubio,
Soft Machine,
Judy Mowatt,
Andrew Hill,
The Evens,
Alphaville,
Unrelated Segments,
Minny Pops,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Walker Brothers,
Fluxion,
Boredoms,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Grauzone,
Aswad,
John Holt,
The Grass Roots, The Grass Roots, The Grass Roots, The Grass Roots.
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.