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 Canada and from Taipei.
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 1962 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Big Daddy Kane to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Fania All-Stars. All the underground hits.
All Rapeman tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Standells 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Derrick Morgan record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Ronan,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Nick Fraelich,
Yaz,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Chris & Cosey,
Kurtis Blow,
Juan Atkins,
Newcleus,
China Crisis,
H. Thieme,
Unrelated Segments,
The Young Rascals,
R.M.O.,
kango's stein massive,
Joey Negro,
the Fania All-Stars,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Alison Limerick,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Supertramp,
Derrick May,
Franke,
Black Flag,
Pylon,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Ken Boothe,
U.S. Maple,
Peter & Gordon,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Fire Engines,
Magazine,
The Associates,
Goldenarms,
Easy Going,
Hoover,
Lebanon Hanover,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Buzzcocks,
MDC,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Lyres,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Tropical Tobacco,
Das Ding,
June of 44,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Doobie Brothers,
Alice Coltrane,
Eve St. Jones,
Bad Manners,
Aloha Tigers,
The J.B.'s,
Boredoms,
Joe Smooth,
Johnny Clarke,
Wolf Eyes,
Average White Band,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
OOIOO,
Marmalade, Marmalade, Marmalade, Marmalade.
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.