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 Georgia and from Halifax.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide 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 1963 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 sitar 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 Curtis Mayfield to the jazz 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 DeepChord presents Echospace. All the underground hits.
All Alice Coltrane tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a MC5 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Frankie Knuckles,
Crispian St. Peters,
Chris & Cosey,
Icehouse,
The Electric Prunes,
Lucky Dragons,
the Sonics,
The Sonics,
Glambeats Corp.,
Shoche,
Kevin Saunderson,
Radiopuhelimet,
Visage,
Zapp,
Clear Light,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Main Source,
Judy Mowatt,
Fatback Band,
Accadde A,
The Count Five,
Yellowson,
cv313,
Gabor Szabo,
Neil Young,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Busters,
Tubeway Army,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Heaven 17,
Negative Approach,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Mars,
Wasted Youth,
Blake Baxter,
Girls At Our Best!,
Kenny Larkin,
Jeff Mills,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Maurizio,
The Slits,
Television,
Byron Stingily,
ABBA,
Excepter,
Rhythm & Sound,
Country Teasers,
Scratch Acid,
Fluxion,
Letta Mbulu,
Steve Hackett,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Simply Red,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Pet Shop Boys,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Mummies,
Tres Demented,
Hoover,
Soulsonic Force,
Todd Rundgren, Todd Rundgren, Todd Rundgren, Todd Rundgren.
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.