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 Cape Verde and from Beijing.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 harpsichord 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 Sister Nancy to the grime 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 The Blackbyrds. All the underground hits.
All Niagra tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bang On A Can record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Delon & Dalcan record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Victims,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Last Poets,
Brand Nubian,
The Golliwogs,
Jerry's Kids,
Accadde A,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Barracudas,
Alice Coltrane,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Kayak,
Eurythmics,
Colin Newman,
These Immortal Souls,
Scratch Acid,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Toasters,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Cure,
Bootsy Collins,
The Young Rascals,
Susan Cadogan,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Fire Engines,
New Order,
Second Layer,
Laurel Aitken,
Qualms,
Suburban Knight,
Skaos,
Scott Walker,
The Gladiators,
Cybotron,
Monolake,
Gong,
The Names,
U.S. Maple,
Marine Girls,
Byron Stingily,
Country Teasers,
Piero Umiliani,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Tremeloes,
The Offenders,
Visage,
Connie Case,
Procol Harum,
F. McDonald,
Tomorrow,
Tim Buckley,
The Kinks,
the Human League,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
New York Dolls,
Soft Machine,
Bobby Womack,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Q and Not U,
Sugar Minott,
Fatback Band, Fatback Band, Fatback Band, Fatback Band.
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.