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 Guinea and from Jakarta.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1966 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 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 Connie Case to the funk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Minnie Riperton. All the underground hits.
All Radiohead tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Jesus and Mary Chain record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 an organ and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Young Rascals record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Letta Mbulu,
Erykah Badu,
Babytalk,
Jimmy McGriff,
the Bar-Kays,
The Alarm Clocks,
Cymande,
The Fortunes,
The Mummies,
Crash Course in Science,
The Slits,
Colin Newman,
Shuggie Otis,
The Standells,
Jacques Brel,
Make Up,
Peter and Kerry,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Nirvana,
ABC,
Quantec,
Fear,
Ponytail,
Byron Stingily,
Eurythmics,
Marshall Jefferson,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Ornette Coleman,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Bluetip,
The Searchers,
A Certain Ratio,
Minnie Riperton,
The Residents,
The Mighty Diamonds,
DJ Sneak,
Boogie Down Productions,
Technova,
Flipper,
Eric Copeland,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
June of 44,
The Detroit Cobras,
John Coltrane,
Avey Tare,
Jesper Dahlback,
Moebius,
The Invisible,
Arcadia,
Johnny Clarke,
Chrome,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Star Department,
The Real Kids,
Kevin Saunderson,
Barbara Tucker,
Blossom Toes,
Q and Not U,
Rites of Spring,
Bronski Beat, Bronski Beat, Bronski Beat, Bronski Beat.
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.