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 Tonga and from Manila.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage 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 1968 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 oboe 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 Names to the grunge 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 Marc Almond tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sonny Sharrock 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Au Pairs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Frankie Knuckles,
Fela Kuti,
Letta Mbulu,
Groovy Waters,
The Last Poets,
Amazonics,
The Associates,
The Tremeloes,
OOIOO,
Albert Ayler,
Crime,
Make Up,
Main Source,
B.T. Express,
Steve Hackett,
The Moleskins,
Chrome,
Erasure,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Skaos,
Thee Headcoats,
Interpol,
LL Cool J,
Tommy Roe,
Pantaleimon,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Bobby Womack,
Aswad,
Todd Rundgren,
Minny Pops,
the Slits,
Pantytec,
Gang of Four,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Bobby Sherman,
The Black Dice,
Carl Craig,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Eric B and Rakim,
Newcleus,
Anakelly,
Dennis Brown,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Sällskapet,
Panda Bear,
The Star Department,
Aural Exciters,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Japan,
Laurel Aitken,
Pussy Galore,
Cameo,
Metal Thangz,
Model 500,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Public Enemy,
The Durutti Column,
Erykah Badu,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Vainqueur, Vainqueur, Vainqueur, Vainqueur.
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.