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 Malawi and from Mexico City.
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 1961 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 808 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 Monks to the funk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Ronan. All the underground hits.
All Rahsaan Roland Kirk tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Blackbyrds 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Electric Prunes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Deepchord,
Country Teasers,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Soul II Soul,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Maurizio,
8 Eyed Spy,
Gong,
Bronski Beat,
Monolake,
John Lydon,
Brand Nubian,
Groovy Waters,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Susan Cadogan,
Robert Görl,
Index,
Theoretical Girls,
Flipper,
The Fugs,
CMW,
Steve Hackett,
Stockholm Monsters,
Sun City Girls,
Freddie Wadling,
Scion,
Lakeside,
The Real Kids,
Tim Buckley,
The Alarm Clocks,
Laurel Aitken,
Public Enemy,
Sugar Minott,
Subhumans,
the Fania All-Stars,
Infiniti,
Excepter,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Pulsallama,
The Red Krayola,
Cluster,
Ornette Coleman,
Stiv Bators,
Jeru the Damaja,
Saccharine Trust,
The Golliwogs,
Schoolly D,
New Age Steppers,
Grauzone,
Japan,
Kaleidoscope,
Agitation Free,
The Gun Club,
Loose Ends,
Cal Tjader,
The Doors,
The Count Five,
Tears for Fears,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Echospace,
Bizarre Inc.,
Section 25,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Funky Four + One, Funky Four + One, Funky Four + One, Funky Four + One.
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.