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 Zambia and from Lille.
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 1965 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 New York Dolls to the funk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Fatback Band. All the underground hits.
All The Grass Roots tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lou Christie record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Trumans Water record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
MDC,
The Gap Band,
Steve Hackett,
La Düsseldorf,
Saccharine Trust,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Electric Prunes,
Iggy Pop,
Kurtis Blow,
The Golliwogs,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Gang Starr,
Eve St. Jones,
L. Decosne,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Babytalk,
kango's stein massive,
Kerrie Biddell,
Robert Görl,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Altered Images,
The Black Dice,
Marshall Jefferson,
Don Cherry,
Gastr Del Sol,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Tropical Tobacco,
Donald Byrd,
LL Cool J,
Eric B and Rakim,
Ituana,
The Skatalites,
Anakelly,
Cheater Slicks,
Sun City Girls,
Fifty Foot Hose,
David Axelrod,
Stereo Dub,
The Saints,
David Bowie,
Patti Smith,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Amon Düül II,
Archie Shepp,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Ohio Players,
Main Source,
Lightning Bolt,
Eric Dolphy,
Y Pants,
New York Dolls,
Albert Ayler,
Blancmange,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
KRS-One,
Michelle Simonal,
Tom Boy,
Ultra Naté,
Man Parrish,
Loose Ends,
The Evens,
Metal Thangz,
Ten City, Ten City, Ten City, Ten City.
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.