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 Kenya and from Winnipeg.
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 1960 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 1977 at the first Human League practice in a loft in Sheffield.
I was working on the harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Japan to the jazz 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 Gabor Szabo. All the underground hits.
All The Count Five tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Clear Light 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lafayette Afro Rock Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Josef K,
Grey Daturas,
JFA,
Graham Central Station,
Sun City Girls,
the Fania All-Stars,
Max Romeo,
The Fuzztones,
OOIOO,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Dorothy Ashby,
X-102,
kango's stein massive,
Gang of Four,
Funky Four + One,
The Knickerbockers,
Kurtis Blow,
The Golliwogs,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
John Lydon,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Von Mondo,
F. McDonald,
Aswad,
Zapp,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Peter and Kerry,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Organ,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Gichy Dan,
Jerry's Kids,
The American Breed,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Pagans,
The Standells,
John Coltrane,
Ronan,
The Young Rascals,
Danielle Patucci,
Dave Gahan,
John Foxx,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Suburban Knight,
Dennis Brown,
The Gun Club,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The J.B.'s,
Bill Near,
Minny Pops,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
a-ha,
MC5,
David McCallum,
The Beau Brummels,
Rhythm & Sound,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Oblivians,
Wasted Youth,
John Holt,
Infiniti, Infiniti, Infiniti, Infiniti.
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.