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 Burundi and from New York.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide 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 1960 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 Carl Craig to the jazz kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Crispian St. Peters. All the underground hits.
All Joey Negro tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pantytec record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a A Flock of Seagulls record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Reagan Youth,
Make Up,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Searchers,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
10cc,
Ornette Coleman,
Crime,
Urselle,
Nick Fraelich,
Barry Ungar,
Franke,
The Fall,
Kerri Chandler,
The Blackbyrds,
Yusef Lateef,
the Normal,
Deadbeat,
The Pop Group,
A Certain Ratio,
Kerrie Biddell,
John Holt,
Au Pairs,
Delon & Dalcan,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Divine Comedy,
Public Enemy,
The Seeds,
Scion,
Kayak,
the Slits,
Rotary Connection,
Visage,
Lucky Dragons,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Joe Smooth,
Aaron Thompson,
LL Cool J,
Letta Mbulu,
Basic Channel,
Television Personalities,
Dual Sessions,
Black Pus,
The Gladiators,
Big Daddy Kane,
Al Stewart,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Wire,
Fatback Band,
The Misunderstood,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Skaos,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Last Poets,
The Residents,
This Heat,
Jandek,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Grey Daturas,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon, Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon, Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon, Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon.
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.