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 Ukraine and from Manila.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
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 1968 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 guitar 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 Rahsaan Roland Kirk to the disco kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Schoolly D. All the underground hits.
All Mr. Review tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Parry Music record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 sitar and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Average White Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Hardrive,
Derrick Morgan,
Todd Terry,
Brick,
Youth Brigade,
Kayak,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Mighty Diamonds,
David Axelrod,
Yusef Lateef,
Archie Shepp,
The Fugs,
Lalann,
June of 44,
JFA,
Toni Rubio,
John Cale,
Eric B and Rakim,
Aaron Thompson,
Los Fastidios,
Fluxion,
Pagans,
The Sonics,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Monolake,
Magma,
Hashim,
The Skatalites,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Organ,
Terry Callier,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Young Rascals,
Susan Cadogan,
The Vogues,
Slave,
Q and Not U,
Jesper Dahlback,
Circle Jerks,
Tommy Roe,
The Slackers,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
June Days,
The Blues Magoos,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Siglo XX,
Bobby Byrd,
the Soft Cell,
Reuben Wilson,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Fire Engines,
Faust,
Yaz,
Liliput,
Blancmange,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Infiniti,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Rites of Spring,
Negative Approach,
The Grass Roots, The Grass Roots, The Grass Roots, The Grass Roots.
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.