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 Philippines and from Seoul.
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 1965 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 D'Angelo to the rap kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Au Pairs. All the underground hits.
All Peter and Kerry tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Slick Rick 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 a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a ABC record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Silicon Teens,
The Gories,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Star Department,
Index,
Sixth Finger,
Gregory Isaacs,
Eddi Front,
Suicide,
Ken Boothe,
Bobby Hutcherson,
John Holt,
Radiopuhelimet,
Brand Nubian,
Boogie Down Productions,
Section 25,
Altered Images,
Smog,
Oneida,
Anakelly,
The Slits,
Alphaville,
Gastr Del Sol,
Main Source,
Brick,
Godley & Creme,
kango's stein massive,
Swell Maps,
Rapeman,
L. Decosne,
Sex Pistols,
K-Klass,
Throbbing Gristle,
Todd Terry,
Eve St. Jones,
Charles Mingus,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Fear,
Reuben Wilson,
Stiv Bators,
LL Cool J,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Fluxion,
Siglo XX,
Drexciya,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Isaac Hayes,
The United States of America,
Sunsets and Hearts,
New Age Steppers,
Crash Course in Science,
Judy Mowatt,
Tommy Roe,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Wake,
Popol Vuh,
Gabor Szabo,
The Monochrome Set,
Rotary Connection,
Crispian St. Peters,
Terry Callier,
Ralphi Rosario,
Kings Of Tomorrow, Kings Of Tomorrow, Kings Of Tomorrow, Kings Of Tomorrow.
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.