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 Malaysia and from Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Throbbing Gristle show in London.
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 Mexico City and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 1965 at the first Beefheart practice in a loft in Lancaster.
I was working on the harpsichord 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 Fania All-Stars to the rock kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Lakeside. All the underground hits.
All Connie Case tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Slackers 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Joe Finger record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
CMW,
Agitation Free,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Kurtis Blow,
Audionom,
Sun Ra,
Inner City,
Brand Nubian,
Monks,
Hardrive,
Ludus,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
China Crisis,
Fatback Band,
Maurizio,
Soft Cell,
The Mojo Men,
Mary Jane Girls,
The American Breed,
Eddi Front,
Stiv Bators,
Morten Harket,
10cc,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Slackers,
Harry Pussy,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Gang Green,
Lindisfarne,
The Fire Engines,
Adolescents,
Soul Sonic Force,
Dennis Brown,
Chrome,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Red Krayola,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Neon Judgement,
Junior Murvin,
Lucky Dragons,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Grauzone,
H. Thieme,
The Alarm Clocks,
X-Ray Spex,
Letta Mbulu,
Gang Gang Dance,
JFA,
Man Eating Sloth,
DJ Style,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Fortunes,
Drexciya,
Arcadia,
Marmalade,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Slits,
The Motions,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Bronski Beat,
Quando Quango, Quando Quango, Quando Quango, Quando Quango.
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.