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 Palau and from Glasgow.
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 1963 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 Throbbing Gristle practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 ABC to the grunge 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 Roxy Music. All the underground hits.
All Crash Course in Science tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bobby Hutcherson 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Toni Rubio record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Flash Fearless,
Deakin,
Kevin Saunderson,
Zapp,
Nas,
Lakeside,
Bush Tetras,
The Offenders,
Alton Ellis,
F. McDonald,
Junior Murvin,
Brothers Johnson,
Deepchord,
Hasil Adkins,
Smog,
Yaz,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
8 Eyed Spy,
Joy Division,
John Lydon,
Roy Ayers,
Jeff Mills,
The Associates,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Big Daddy Kane,
48th St. Collective,
Mars,
Negative Approach,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Slits,
Cameo,
Con Funk Shun,
Underground Resistance,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Beau Brummels,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Susan Cadogan,
The Index,
The Trojans,
Dawn Penn,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Judy Mowatt,
The Moleskins,
Davy DMX,
Arthur Verocai,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Lou Christie,
Harry Pussy,
Wolf Eyes,
Second Layer,
ABBA,
Bang On A Can,
Loose Ends,
Saccharine Trust,
The Doobie Brothers,
Half Japanese,
Funky Four + One,
Barclay James Harvest,
Mandrill,
The Sound,
Blancmange, Blancmange, Blancmange, Blancmange.
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.