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 Zambia and from Lille.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1963 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 mellotron 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 The Blackbyrds to the jazz kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Whodini. All the underground hits.
All Flipper tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nation of Ulysses record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bush Tetras record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Public Enemy,
Sugar Minott,
Chrome,
Gang of Four,
Depeche Mode,
The Star Department,
Warren Ellis,
Toni Rubio,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Blackbyrds,
Shuggie Otis,
Adolescents,
The Leaves,
Bobby Byrd,
Nas,
James White and The Blacks,
the Normal,
cv313,
Sun Ra,
The Human League,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Oblivians,
Camouflage,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Gong,
One Last Wish,
The Trojans,
The Smoke,
Basic Channel,
Prince Buster,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Fall,
Mantronix,
The Buckinghams,
8 Eyed Spy,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Spandau Ballet,
Pantytec,
Y Pants,
Agitation Free,
Jacques Brel,
Banda Bassotti,
Second Layer,
Magazine,
Matthew Bourne,
David McCallum,
Michelle Simonal,
CMW,
Eric Dolphy,
Popol Vuh,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Barrington Levy,
Angry Samoans,
Terry Callier,
Tim Buckley,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Tubeway Army,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Talk Talk,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Count Five,
Sight & Sound, Sight & Sound, Sight & Sound, Sight & Sound.
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.