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 New York.
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 1962 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Nik Kershaw to the rock 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 Terry Callier. All the underground hits.
All Blancmange tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every DJ Style record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Gap Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Davy DMX,
The Raincoats,
The Martian,
Pierre Henry,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Slave,
Joey Negro,
Matthew Bourne,
Man Eating Sloth,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Basic Channel,
Hot Snakes,
Toni Rubio,
Isaac Hayes,
The Golliwogs,
Eve St. Jones,
The J.B.'s,
The Sound,
Lungfish,
Mr. Review,
Sam Rivers,
Harry Pussy,
The Knickerbockers,
Gang Gang Dance,
FM Einheit,
Silicon Teens,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Misunderstood,
Minutemen,
Eric Copeland,
D'Angelo,
Graham Central Station,
The Count Five,
Peter and Kerry,
Howard Jones,
Joensuu 1685,
Deadbeat,
Jerry's Kids,
Royal Trux,
Amon Düül II,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Seeds,
Donald Byrd,
Massinfluence,
Kas Product,
the Soft Cell,
Stockholm Monsters,
Bauhaus,
Organ,
Judy Mowatt,
Colin Newman,
Max Romeo,
Ultra Naté,
The Real Kids,
Infiniti,
the Germs,
Livin' Joy,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Zero Boys, Zero Boys, Zero Boys, Zero Boys.
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.