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 St Lucia and from Lagos.
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 1968 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Suburban Knight to the crunk 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 Sonic Youth. All the underground hits.
All The Royal Family And The Poor tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Music Machine 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Gap Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cheater Slicks,
The Fugs,
Avey Tare,
Bluetip,
Deakin,
The Sonics,
Morten Harket,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Martian,
Black Bananas,
Cybotron,
June Days,
Gregory Isaacs,
Ludus,
Matthew Halsall,
Yazoo,
Simply Red,
Robert Hood,
Alphaville,
Scientists,
Todd Rundgren,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Index,
The Monochrome Set,
The Associates,
New York Dolls,
Connie Case,
Babytalk,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Count Five,
Ultimate Spinach,
Aloha Tigers,
The Move,
The Standells,
The Buckinghams,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Black Moon,
Trumans Water,
Howard Jones,
UT,
Brothers Johnson,
Gichy Dan,
Anthony Braxton,
Gang Starr,
The Dead C,
Alison Limerick,
Saccharine Trust,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Neon Judgement,
Kurtis Blow,
Fela Kuti,
Groovy Waters,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
K-Klass,
The Toasters,
Cameo,
Unrelated Segments,
Model 500,
Electric Prunes, Electric Prunes, Electric Prunes, Electric Prunes.
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.