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 Panama and from Seoul.
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 1964 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon to the rap kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Bill Wells. All the underground hits.
All The Selecter tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lalo Schifrin 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Prince Buster record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Normal,
Yazoo,
The Cowsills,
Ken Boothe,
Wally Richardson,
Lindisfarne,
The Smiths,
Isaac Hayes,
the Human League,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Visage,
Neu!,
Cybotron,
Kayak,
Massinfluence,
MDC,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Dave Gahan,
The Index,
Model 500,
Zapp,
The Kinks,
Banda Bassotti,
Audionom,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Scratch Acid,
Yusef Lateef,
Prince Buster,
Gang Starr,
The Black Dice,
T.S.O.L.,
Infiniti,
Fela Kuti,
Henry Cow,
Drexciya,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Gerry Rafferty,
Leonard Cohen,
Mad Mike,
Mary Jane Girls,
Man Eating Sloth,
Wings,
Neil Young,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Pantytec,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Fuzztones,
Tears for Fears,
Lou Christie,
Peter & Gordon,
Jacob Miller,
Con Funk Shun,
Terry Callier,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
John Coltrane,
Black Bananas,
The Fortunes,
The American Breed,
Charles Mingus,
The Mummies,
Livin' Joy,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
These Immortal Souls, These Immortal Souls, These Immortal Souls, These Immortal Souls.
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.