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 Solomon Islands and from Houston.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1967 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 synthesizer 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 Kurtis Blow to the dance kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Mary Jane Girls. All the underground hits.
All Popol Vuh tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gang Starr 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a LL Cool J record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Deepchord,
The Selecter,
Bronski Beat,
The Modern Lovers,
Tres Demented,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Dead C,
Fatback Band,
Stetsasonic,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Byron Stingily,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Harmonia,
The Kinks,
Roxette,
The Moody Blues,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Oneida,
Nik Kershaw,
The Smoke,
The Mojo Men,
Electric Prunes,
The Cramps,
Tomorrow,
John Coltrane,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Bootsy Collins,
The Invisible,
Johnny Osbourne,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Talk Talk,
Robert Wyatt,
Intrusion,
The Misunderstood,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Wolf Eyes,
The Divine Comedy,
The Detroit Cobras,
Frankie Knuckles,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Excepter,
Model 500,
The Alarm Clocks,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Cameo,
Porter Ricks,
Tears for Fears,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Martian,
Procol Harum,
Jawbox,
The Vogues,
The Happenings,
Sun Ra,
Steve Hackett,
Moebius,
Marshall Jefferson,
A Certain Ratio,
Joe Finger,
Chrome, Chrome, Chrome, Chrome.
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.