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 Barbados and from Copenhagen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1969 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 808 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 Heavy D & The Boyz to the techno 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 Deepchord. All the underground hits.
All Dark Day tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Amazonics record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Monks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Skarface,
Ralphi Rosario,
Moby Grape,
Pharoah Sanders,
Sun Ra,
DJ Style,
Harry Pussy,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Brothers Johnson,
Erasure,
Pantaleimon,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
the Normal,
T.S.O.L.,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Absolute Body Control,
The Blues Magoos,
Eurythmics,
Infiniti,
Deepchord,
Easy Going,
Aaron Thompson,
Marcia Griffiths,
Soul Sonic Force,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Gladiators,
Soft Cell,
Lyres,
Darondo,
The Flesh Eaters,
Crispy Ambulance,
Grauzone,
Donald Byrd,
Magma,
Liliput,
Sister Nancy,
Maleditus Sound,
Blancmange,
Popol Vuh,
The Modern Lovers,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Jeff Mills,
The Fuzztones,
Boredoms,
Piero Umiliani,
Steve Hackett,
Laurel Aitken,
Bootsy Collins,
Derrick Morgan,
Accadde A,
Brand Nubian,
10cc,
The Misunderstood,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Whodini,
The Litter,
Robert Wyatt,
Matthew Halsall,
The Vogues, The Vogues, The Vogues, The Vogues.
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.