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 Lagos.
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 1968 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Cowsills to the techno 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 Flipper. All the underground hits.
All Funky Four + One tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Art Ensemble Of Chicago 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Major Organ And The Adding Machine record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
K-Klass,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Harry Pussy,
Fela Kuti,
Dorothy Ashby,
UT,
The Saints,
Khruangbin,
Wings,
Peter and Kerry,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Al Stewart,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Donald Byrd,
Public Image Ltd.,
Sight & Sound,
Spoonie Gee,
Throbbing Gristle,
Dark Day,
Ossler,
The Martian,
Public Enemy,
Alphaville,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Groovy Waters,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Durutti Column,
Visage,
Newcleus,
The Flesh Eaters,
Hardrive,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Deadbeat,
Kurtis Blow,
Lyres,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Electric Prunes,
The Blackbyrds,
The Evens,
The Motions,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Motorama,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Lebanon Hanover,
Isaac Hayes,
Gabor Szabo,
Negative Approach,
Crash Course in Science,
Tears for Fears,
F. McDonald,
Inner City,
Clear Light,
Dead Boys,
Nas,
Cybotron,
Flamin' Groovies,
Jerry's Kids,
Vladislav Delay,
Technova,
Soulsonic Force,
the Sonics, the Sonics, the Sonics, the Sonics.
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.