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 China and from Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic 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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 Holger Czukay 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 Average White Band to the crunk 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 Faust. All the underground hits.
All Roy Ayers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sound Behaviour record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Dirtbombs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Zeros,
Anakelly,
Delta 5,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Eric Dolphy,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Ten City,
Jacques Brel,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Boogie Down Productions,
Shuggie Otis,
Peter and Kerry,
Soft Machine,
Bizarre Inc.,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Drexciya,
MDC,
Ronnie Foster,
Bronski Beat,
Kevin Saunderson,
Marine Girls,
Marmalade,
Livin' Joy,
Rhythm & Sound,
Little Man,
Severed Heads,
Minnie Riperton,
D'Angelo,
The Offenders,
The Golliwogs,
China Crisis,
The Neon Judgement,
Second Layer,
Lou Reed,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Vainqueur,
Mr. Review,
Eddi Front,
James White and The Blacks,
The Fuzztones,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Barracudas,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Grey Daturas,
Crooked Eye,
Gang of Four,
Soulsonic Force,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Seeds,
World's Most,
Tres Demented,
KRS-One,
E-Dancer,
The Selecter,
Nik Kershaw,
The Gladiators,
Swans,
Drive Like Jehu,
Harmonia,
Girls At Our Best!,
Sonny Sharrock,
Sandy B, Sandy B, Sandy B, Sandy B.
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.