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 Ecuador and from Houston.
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 1968 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Salvador.
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 1975 at the first Throbbing Gristle practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the linndrum 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 Gap Band to the dance kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Kas Product. All the underground hits.
All Vaughan Mason & Crew tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Vladislav Delay 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Blues Magoos record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Golliwogs,
John Lydon,
Danielle Patucci,
Visage,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
the Association,
Kenny Larkin,
Gregory Isaacs,
Bush Tetras,
The Divine Comedy,
Dorothy Ashby,
Rakim,
Matthew Bourne,
Lungfish,
Fluxion,
Idris Muhammad,
Jawbox,
Aswad,
E-Dancer,
Pulsallama,
Brick,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Lucky Dragons,
Section 25,
Harpers Bizarre,
Kayak,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Mission of Burma,
Peter and Kerry,
cv313,
Bauhaus,
Negative Approach,
Joey Negro,
Eddi Front,
Ornette Coleman,
The Move,
Robert Görl,
The Star Department,
Saccharine Trust,
Nirvana,
DNA,
The Count Five,
Swans,
Nation of Ulysses,
Lindisfarne,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Minny Pops,
Godley & Creme,
Ken Boothe,
Colin Newman,
Ponytail,
Average White Band,
Amon Düül,
Black Pus,
X-102,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Stetsasonic,
Man Parrish,
Black Sheep,
Sandy B,
Skarface,
Bill Wells,
The Fuzztones, The Fuzztones, The Fuzztones, The Fuzztones.
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.