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 Andorra and from Bologna.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide 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 1961 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 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 Kurtis Blow to the jazz 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 Bobby Sherman. All the underground hits.
All Rotary Connection tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jimmy McGriff record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Donald Byrd,
Audionom,
Mo-Dettes,
Pierre Henry,
U.S. Maple,
Tears for Fears,
Amazonics,
Gang Starr,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Names,
This Heat,
James White and The Blacks,
The Offenders,
The Star Department,
Skaos,
Talk Talk,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Intrusion,
Amon Düül,
Black Sheep,
Black Moon,
Zapp,
Saccharine Trust,
Boredoms,
X-Ray Spex,
Crime,
Bobby Byrd,
B.T. Express,
John Holt,
Traffic Nightmare,
Gregory Isaacs,
Cecil Taylor,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Dirtbombs,
Black Bananas,
Flipper,
Tom Boy,
The Young Rascals,
The Techniques,
Danielle Patucci,
Magazine,
Fatback Band,
The Knickerbockers,
Gerry Rafferty,
Amon Düül II,
Ossler,
Camberwell Now,
Rotary Connection,
Aaron Thompson,
Jeff Lynne,
China Crisis,
Anakelly,
Radio Birdman,
Rekid,
Nils Olav,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Hashim,
Angry Samoans,
the Fania All-Stars,
Chrome,
Blancmange,
Organ, Organ, Organ, Organ.
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.