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 Uganda and from Salvador.
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 1962 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 Robert Palmer 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 The Buckinghams 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 Lucky Dragons. All the underground hits.
All Procol Harum tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Chris Corsano 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Zapp record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Qualms,
MDC,
Marvin Gaye,
Ultravox,
Sonny Sharrock,
Parry Music,
Altered Images,
Pylon,
Grey Daturas,
Carl Craig,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Kerrie Biddell,
Half Japanese,
Public Image Ltd.,
Barrington Levy,
Matthew Halsall,
R.M.O.,
Patti Smith,
Mad Mike,
Tropical Tobacco,
Gang of Four,
Byron Stingily,
Mary Jane Girls,
Motorama,
The Gladiators,
Pet Shop Boys,
Nirvana,
Soft Machine,
Fifty Foot Hose,
LL Cool J,
a-ha,
The Associates,
Main Source,
Brothers Johnson,
The Fuzztones,
Lindisfarne,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Robert Görl,
Cecil Taylor,
Stetsasonic,
Nico,
Bobby Byrd,
Funky Four + One,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Motions,
Kayak,
Ponytail,
the Bar-Kays,
Unrelated Segments,
Make Up,
A Certain Ratio,
The Toasters,
Severed Heads,
Sparks,
The Move,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Gregory Isaacs,
Quadrant,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Althea and Donna,
Soul II Soul,
ABBA, ABBA, ABBA, ABBA.
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.