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 Kiribati and from Hong Kong.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1965 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 chamberlin 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 Eric B and Rakim to the crunk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 The Shadows of Knight. All the underground hits.
All The Pop Group tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lizzy Mercier Descloux record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 a theremin and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a DNA record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
This Heat,
Schoolly D,
Steve Hackett,
Joyce Sims,
The Barracudas,
Los Fastidios,
Visage,
Eric B and Rakim,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Duran Duran,
The Sound,
In Retrospect,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Thee Headcoats,
Brand Nubian,
Zapp,
Niagra,
The Blackbyrds,
Derrick Morgan,
The Selecter,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Urselle,
Nation of Ulysses,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Human League,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Josef K,
Lebanon Hanover,
Dennis Brown,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Minny Pops,
Grandmaster Flash,
Dead Boys,
Bizarre Inc.,
The New Christs,
Gang of Four,
Lucky Dragons,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Oneida,
Livin' Joy,
Reagan Youth,
Deakin,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Hardrive,
Con Funk Shun,
Zero Boys,
Al Stewart,
Rod Modell,
R.M.O.,
Sparks,
Henry Cow,
The Associates,
Camberwell Now,
Japan,
The Martian,
John Coltrane,
Supertramp,
The Doobie Brothers,
JFA, JFA, JFA, JFA.
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.