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 Mauritius and from Seoul.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Buzzcocks show in Bolton.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Piero Umiliani to the funk 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 Massinfluence. All the underground hits.
All Urselle tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Suburban Knight record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Todd Rundgren record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Wally Richardson,
The Dirtbombs,
Scott Walker,
Dark Day,
Deadbeat,
Parry Music,
Brick,
Dennis Brown,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Gichy Dan,
Lou Christie,
Procol Harum,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Harry Pussy,
Scion,
Leonard Cohen,
Albert Ayler,
New York Dolls,
PIL,
The Gories,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Tropical Tobacco,
Tomorrow,
The American Breed,
The United States of America,
Donny Hathaway,
Sixth Finger,
Gang of Four,
The Cowsills,
Idris Muhammad,
X-Ray Spex,
Peter and Kerry,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Lightning Bolt,
Lucky Dragons,
Fat Boys,
Vladislav Delay,
David Bowie,
Stiv Bators,
the Soft Cell,
Camberwell Now,
DJ Sneak,
Kool Moe Dee,
Camouflage,
Brothers Johnson,
Robert Wyatt,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Monks,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Surgeon,
Andrew Hill,
Josef K,
Qualms,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Echospace,
Ponytail,
Roy Ayers,
Bluetip,
Gang Gang Dance, Gang Gang Dance, Gang Gang Dance, Gang Gang Dance.
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.