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 Madagascar and from Milan.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 Robert Palmer 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 KRS-One to the funk 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 Public Enemy. All the underground hits.
All The Toasters tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Curtis Mayfield record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Supertramp record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fela Kuti,
DNA,
Letta Mbulu,
Liliput,
Gil Scott Heron,
Scan 7,
Eddi Front,
John Coltrane,
Barry Ungar,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Cramps,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Derrick Morgan,
Ponytail,
Mars,
L. Decosne,
Electric Prunes,
The Victims,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Shadows of Knight,
John Lydon,
Desert Stars,
Sun City Girls,
Moebius,
Henry Cow,
The Remains,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Junior Murvin,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Real Kids,
Urselle,
Nick Fraelich,
New York Dolls,
The Sound,
The Invisible,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Eden Ahbez,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Fire Engines,
The Leaves,
Vainqueur,
Fatback Band,
The Detroit Cobras,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Can,
Aswad,
Alphaville,
Rhythm & Sound,
Sexual Harrassment,
X-Ray Spex,
Drexciya,
Soulsonic Force,
Hasil Adkins,
Amon Düül,
Fad Gadget,
David McCallum,
Maleditus Sound,
Public Enemy,
the Normal,
Ten City, Ten City, Ten City, Ten City.
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.