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 Antigua and from Sao Paulo.
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 1960 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Marvin Gaye to the funk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 B.T. Express. All the underground hits.
All Sister Nancy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Talk Talk record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Section 25 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Donny Hathaway,
Jimmy McGriff,
Negative Approach,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Fear,
Bob Dylan,
The Saints,
Section 25,
Kevin Saunderson,
Bronski Beat,
Althea and Donna,
Hashim,
Sixth Finger,
Underground Resistance,
Stiv Bators,
The Blues Magoos,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Jerry's Kids,
The Knickerbockers,
Dave Gahan,
the Slits,
New York Dolls,
Gang Starr,
Johnny Osbourne,
Roxy Music,
Piero Umiliani,
Ronan,
The Moody Blues,
8 Eyed Spy,
Toni Rubio,
Intrusion,
Hot Snakes,
Zapp,
The Red Krayola,
Lalo Schifrin,
Wasted Youth,
Desert Stars,
Warsaw,
Terry Callier,
Symarip,
Alison Limerick,
Little Man,
Neu!,
Sarah Menescal,
Pagans,
Motorama,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Busters,
Pharoah Sanders,
Darondo,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Mars,
Loose Ends,
Cameo,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Shuggie Otis,
Aural Exciters,
The Flesh Eaters,
Nico,
Curtis Mayfield,
Judy Mowatt, Judy Mowatt, Judy Mowatt, Judy Mowatt.
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.