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 Nicaragua and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 K-Klass to the grime 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 Ohio Players. All the underground hits.
All Grey Daturas tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Laurel Aitken record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dennis Brown record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Soul II Soul,
Tropical Tobacco,
Bobby Byrd,
Gastr Del Sol,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Suicide,
Deepchord,
John Foxx,
The Pretty Things,
Accadde A,
Television,
Porter Ricks,
Excepter,
The Trojans,
David McCallum,
Zapp,
Rekid,
Con Funk Shun,
Subhumans,
Dave Gahan,
Kaleidoscope,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Simply Red,
Yusef Lateef,
Funkadelic,
Wings,
The Walker Brothers,
Fat Boys,
Severed Heads,
The Gories,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Camouflage,
Swell Maps,
Barry Ungar,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Seeds,
Eric B and Rakim,
Todd Rundgren,
The Black Dice,
Prince Buster,
Al Stewart,
Ralphi Rosario,
Beasts of Bourbon,
the Human League,
Henry Cow,
Clear Light,
Main Source,
the Normal,
Blancmange,
Bauhaus,
Sonic Youth,
Traffic Nightmare,
Guru Guru,
Rotary Connection,
AZ,
Steve Hackett,
June of 44,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Names,
Drive Like Jehu,
X-101, X-101, X-101, X-101.
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.