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 St Lucia and from Tokyo.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide 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 1969 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 mellotron 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 Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson to the dance kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Brand Nubian. All the underground hits.
All Andrew Hill tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Boogie Down Productions record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rosa Yemen record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
June of 44,
Tomorrow,
Aaron Thompson,
The Blackbyrds,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Dirtbombs,
June Days,
Connie Case,
Bobby Byrd,
James White and The Blacks,
Althea and Donna,
Technova,
Rod Modell,
The Smoke,
The Dave Clark Five,
Scott Walker,
The Black Dice,
The Beau Brummels,
Television Personalities,
The Music Machine,
D'Angelo,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Flamin' Groovies,
Albert Ayler,
Minor Threat,
Organ,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
John Coltrane,
the Normal,
Delta 5,
F. McDonald,
Rotary Connection,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Desert Stars,
Yaz,
Jacques Brel,
Black Flag,
Wings,
Reuben Wilson,
Von Mondo,
Radio Birdman,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Tim Buckley,
Kerri Chandler,
Minnie Riperton,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Malaria!,
Sun Ra,
The Pop Group,
John Foxx,
The Associates,
Simply Red,
Man Eating Sloth,
Johnny Clarke,
Don Cherry,
Joensuu 1685,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Human League,
Ultramagnetic MC's, Ultramagnetic MC's, Ultramagnetic MC's, Ultramagnetic MC's.
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.