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 Benin and from Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Davy DMX to the rap kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Franke. All the underground hits.
All Curtis Mayfield tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Major Organ And The Adding Machine 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Blackbyrds record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
X-102,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Buckinghams,
Jeff Lynne,
Sonic Youth,
Donny Hathaway,
In Retrospect,
Marc Almond,
Brass Construction,
John Foxx,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Magazine,
10cc,
Anthony Braxton,
Nick Fraelich,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Remains,
The Mojo Men,
Urselle,
Dawn Penn,
Black Pus,
The Black Dice,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Kurtis Blow,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Fugazi,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Pop Group,
kango's stein massive,
Ken Boothe,
Matthew Halsall,
Suburban Knight,
New Age Steppers,
Scott Walker,
Deakin,
June Days,
Erasure,
Leonard Cohen,
PIL,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Royal Trux,
Main Source,
Heaven 17,
Bronski Beat,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Jawbox,
Gang Gang Dance,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Brand Nubian,
Bobby Byrd,
Babytalk,
EPMD,
Lindisfarne,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Rhythm & Sound,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Con Funk Shun,
Todd Terry,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Parry Music, Parry Music, Parry Music, Parry Music.
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.