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 Cyprus and from Lyon.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television 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 1966 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 808 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 June of 44 to the techno kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Camberwell Now. All the underground hits.
All Pulsallama tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Interpol record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lucky Dragons record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Aswad,
Isaac Hayes,
Ronnie Foster,
Maurizio,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Zeros,
Public Image Ltd.,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Aural Exciters,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Harpers Bizarre,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Laurel Aitken,
Matthew Halsall,
John Lydon,
Heaven 17,
The Beau Brummels,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Bronski Beat,
Vainqueur,
X-102,
Tubeway Army,
cv313,
Banda Bassotti,
Harry Pussy,
Bauhaus,
The Seeds,
Television Personalities,
10cc,
Wally Richardson,
Frankie Knuckles,
Graham Central Station,
The Birthday Party,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Sandy B,
Ludus,
the Sonics,
Quantec,
Judy Mowatt,
Sonic Youth,
Mr. Review,
Chris Corsano,
La Düsseldorf,
Gil Scott Heron,
Tears for Fears,
Gang of Four,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Quando Quango,
Theoretical Girls,
Ponytail,
L. Decosne,
Iggy Pop,
Eurythmics,
Todd Terry,
Jerry's Kids,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Fall,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Groovy Waters,
Al Stewart,
The Index,
Fela Kuti, Fela Kuti, Fela Kuti, Fela Kuti.
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.