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 Bahamas and from Manchester.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Throbbing Gristle show in London.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Strawberry Alarm Clock to the disco 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 Bronski Beat. All the underground hits.
All Louis and Bebe Barron tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Deepchord record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 a synthesizer and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Simply Red record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Zero Boys,
The Angels of Light,
B.T. Express,
The Electric Prunes,
PIL,
Cybotron,
The Move,
Lindisfarne,
The United States of America,
The Velvet Underground,
Blossom Toes,
Crime,
Eric B and Rakim,
Babytalk,
Terry Callier,
Sister Nancy,
Franke,
Barry Ungar,
Johnny Clarke,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Johnny Osbourne,
Lalo Schifrin,
U.S. Maple,
Underground Resistance,
Bang On A Can,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Henry Cow,
Hot Snakes,
The Gap Band,
Panda Bear,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Names,
Yusef Lateef,
Prince Buster,
The Invisible,
EPMD,
Marshall Jefferson,
the Bar-Kays,
Nico,
Masters at Work,
Sight & Sound,
Wings,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
the Swans,
Lakeside,
The Misunderstood,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Quantec,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Raincoats,
Kenny Larkin,
Rosa Yemen,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Bobby Womack,
Quando Quango,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Saccharine Trust,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Sarah Menescal,
The Vogues,
K-Klass,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Music Machine, The Music Machine, The Music Machine, The Music Machine.
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.