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 Delhi.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 Columbus and Philadelphia.
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 1975 at the first Throbbing Gristle practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the harpsichord 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 Kings Of Tomorrow to the grunge 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 Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth. All the underground hits.
All Kerri Chandler tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Terry Callier record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Alton Ellis record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Shuggie Otis,
Arcadia,
Grandmaster Flash,
Amazonics,
Sun Ra,
Basic Channel,
The Seeds,
the Soft Cell,
Godley & Creme,
The Dirtbombs,
The Associates,
Scion,
Lindisfarne,
Animal Collective,
Idris Muhammad,
Interpol,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Iggy Pop,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Yaz,
Arthur Verocai,
Sex Pistols,
Skarface,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Adolescents,
Zero Boys,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Talk Talk,
Gil Scott Heron,
Alphaville,
Echospace,
Rites of Spring,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Last Poets,
Terry Callier,
David Axelrod,
The Remains,
Second Layer,
Rufus Thomas,
Marmalade,
Janne Schatter,
Negative Approach,
Eric Copeland,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Leaves,
Lakeside,
The Pop Group,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Television Personalities,
Marine Girls,
Pagans,
The Fortunes,
Arab on Radar,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Angels of Light,
Zapp,
Gang Starr,
The Birthday Party,
Sexual Harrassment,
Whodini,
Slave,
The Barracudas, The Barracudas, The Barracudas, The Barracudas.
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.