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 Bologna.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 1977 at the first Human League practice in a loft in Sheffield.
I was working on the organ 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 Beasts of Bourbon to the jazz kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Niagra. All the underground hits.
All Metal Thangz tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Morten Harket 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a China Crisis record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Yazoo,
Rapeman,
Yusef Lateef,
Wally Richardson,
Bad Manners,
Don Cherry,
Black Moon,
Michelle Simonal,
AZ,
Loose Ends,
The Wake,
Hardrive,
Graham Central Station,
Rekid,
Mission of Burma,
The Last Poets,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
L. Decosne,
Maurizio,
Morten Harket,
Aswad,
Ponytail,
K-Klass,
Andrew Hill,
Blossom Toes,
The Zeros,
Kerri Chandler,
Infiniti,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Animal Collective,
Blake Baxter,
The Walker Brothers,
Jacob Miller,
Bluetip,
Spandau Ballet,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Nick Fraelich,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Slick Rick,
Das Ding,
Unrelated Segments,
Icehouse,
Delta 5,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Danielle Patucci,
Piero Umiliani,
Thompson Twins,
Babytalk,
Subhumans,
Joy Division,
Kurtis Blow,
Marc Almond,
Tubeway Army,
Agitation Free,
June of 44,
Model 500,
Robert Görl,
Neu!,
Ice-T, Ice-T, Ice-T, Ice-T.
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.