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 Indonesia and from Glasgow.
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 1967 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Bush Tetras to the dance kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Harpers Bizarre. All the underground hits.
All Richard Hell and the Voidoids tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lou Reed & John Cale record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 guitar and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a T. Rex record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Roxy Music,
Curtis Mayfield,
8 Eyed Spy,
Dead Boys,
Arab on Radar,
Circle Jerks,
Pantaleimon,
Ralphi Rosario,
Cluster,
The Leaves,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Anthony Braxton,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Ludus,
Aaron Thompson,
Scrapy,
Youth Brigade,
LL Cool J,
Dorothy Ashby,
Oneida,
Jimmy McGriff,
Leonard Cohen,
Joy Division,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Surgeon,
Kayak,
Lucky Dragons,
Colin Newman,
This Heat,
Gerry Rafferty,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Quando Quango,
Archie Shepp,
Gang Gang Dance,
June of 44,
The Smoke,
The Names,
Prince Buster,
New Order,
One Last Wish,
Lakeside,
Byron Stingily,
The Last Poets,
Agent Orange,
Tomorrow,
Eric Dolphy,
James White and The Blacks,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Young Marble Giants,
Masters at Work,
Harpers Bizarre,
Piero Umiliani,
The Move,
The Doors,
Gang Green,
The Alarm Clocks,
Bobby Womack,
The Motions,
Pierre Henry,
Frankie Knuckles,
Bobby Byrd,
Au Pairs,
A Flock of Seagulls, A Flock of Seagulls, A Flock of Seagulls, A Flock of Seagulls.
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.