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 Portugal and from Jakarta.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
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 1969 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Country Joe & The Fish to the punk 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 Skarface. All the underground hits.
All Ornette Coleman tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eric B and Rakim record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Jesper Dahlback,
Minnie Riperton,
Accadde A,
Delon & Dalcan,
Ohio Players,
Loose Ends,
Zapp,
Television,
Little Man,
ABC,
Porter Ricks,
Ken Boothe,
the Fania All-Stars,
Terrestrial Tones,
Brothers Johnson,
Fad Gadget,
Gerry Rafferty,
Peter & Gordon,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Joy Division,
The Trojans,
Thee Headcoats,
The Divine Comedy,
Liliput,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Toni Rubio,
Hashim,
The Fire Engines,
Y Pants,
Eden Ahbez,
Monks,
Dark Day,
Drexciya,
The Shadows of Knight,
Dual Sessions,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Intrusion,
MDC,
K-Klass,
Yusef Lateef,
The Skatalites,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Make Up,
Vladislav Delay,
Carl Craig,
Rotary Connection,
Arab on Radar,
Chris Corsano,
U.S. Maple,
Rapeman,
D'Angelo,
Sixth Finger,
Hot Snakes,
Skaos,
Lucky Dragons,
Al Stewart,
Boredoms,
The Invisible,
Matthew Bourne,
Excepter,
The Slits,
Mantronix,
Yellowson, Yellowson, Yellowson, Yellowson.
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.