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 Chile and from Manchester.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1963 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 De La Soul & Jungle Brothers to the dance 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 The Sound. All the underground hits.
All Dennis Brown tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eve St. Jones record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 guitar and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bronski Beat record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gang of Four,
Roxy Music,
The Count Five,
kango's stein massive,
The Searchers,
Peter and Kerry,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
10cc,
Scientists,
Brass Construction,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Leaves,
New Age Steppers,
Bobby Sherman,
Harpers Bizarre,
Average White Band,
Arab on Radar,
Spandau Ballet,
Mr. Review,
Camouflage,
Rakim,
Marmalade,
Pole,
Essential Logic,
UT,
Slick Rick,
48th St. Collective,
World's Most,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Alton Ellis,
Archie Shepp,
Sixth Finger,
Scrapy,
Tears for Fears,
The Birthday Party,
Aswad,
Blancmange,
Dorothy Ashby,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Modern Lovers,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Minutemen,
Agent Orange,
Stereo Dub,
Grey Daturas,
Nik Kershaw,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
FM Einheit,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Mojo Men,
Dual Sessions,
The Golliwogs,
Groovy Waters,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Blossom Toes,
Sonny Sharrock,
Spoonie Gee,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Monolake, Monolake, Monolake, Monolake.
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.