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 Liechtenstein and from Stockholm.
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 1965 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the guitar 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 K-Klass to the rap kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Funkadelic. All the underground hits.
All Boogie Down Productions tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Curtis Mayfield 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gong record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Fania All-Stars,
Television,
Dave Gahan,
The Knickerbockers,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Doors,
Can,
Lou Reed,
Godley & Creme,
Skaos,
The Mojo Men,
Dark Day,
Cameo,
Funkadelic,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Soulsonic Force,
Motorama,
Nas,
Lindisfarne,
Jeff Lynne,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Danielle Patucci,
Jacques Brel,
The Sonics,
Guru Guru,
Eric Copeland,
Pagans,
Colin Newman,
Slave,
Gastr Del Sol,
Throbbing Gristle,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Gil Scott Heron,
David Axelrod,
DNA,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
John Holt,
Agent Orange,
The Modern Lovers,
Derrick Morgan,
Terrestrial Tones,
Banda Bassotti,
The Walker Brothers,
Scan 7,
Television Personalities,
Ten City,
Chrome,
Donny Hathaway,
Alison Limerick,
Joy Division,
Section 25,
OOIOO,
The Tremeloes,
The Red Krayola,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Marvin Gaye,
The Durutti Column,
Electric Prunes,
Delta 5,
Idris Muhammad,
Black Bananas,
The Dave Clark Five,
Johnny Clarke, Johnny Clarke, Johnny Clarke, Johnny Clarke.
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.