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 Kitts & Nevis and from Mexico City.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television 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 1964 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog to the rap 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 Black Flag. All the underground hits.
All Unrelated Segments tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every D'Angelo record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 an oboe and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Eurythmics record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kurtis Blow,
Sonic Youth,
Flipper,
Fear,
8 Eyed Spy,
Mantronix,
Depeche Mode,
Fela Kuti,
Soft Cell,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Victims,
Blancmange,
Stetsasonic,
Delta 5,
Roxy Music,
Chris & Cosey,
Theoretical Girls,
the Soft Cell,
Joe Smooth,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Smiths,
Alice Coltrane,
Massinfluence,
Jeru the Damaja,
Goldenarms,
the Human League,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Cal Tjader,
Metal Thangz,
The Litter,
Jimmy McGriff,
Pantytec,
The Monochrome Set,
Peter and Kerry,
Drexciya,
Andrew Hill,
Mary Jane Girls,
Essential Logic,
The Gories,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Ralphi Rosario,
the Germs,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Steve Hackett,
Susan Cadogan,
Byron Stingily,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Electric Prunes,
Pussy Galore,
Henry Cow,
Agent Orange,
Arthur Verocai,
Yusef Lateef,
Vladislav Delay,
The Slackers,
Whodini,
Amon Düül,
Suicide,
Index,
June Days, June Days, June Days, June Days.
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.