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 Mongolia and from Copenhagen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Throbbing Gristle show in London.
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 1968 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Public Image Ltd. to the rap 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 John Holt. All the underground hits.
All Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kerrie Biddell record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Delta 5,
Newcleus,
The Seeds,
Lightning Bolt,
The Star Department,
Motorama,
Bluetip,
The Young Rascals,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Pulsallama,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Scientists,
Echospace,
The Modern Lovers,
Ice-T,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
X-Ray Spex,
The Fuzztones,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Icehouse,
The Angels of Light,
Tres Demented,
Gil Scott Heron,
PIL,
Funkadelic,
Jesper Dahlback,
JFA,
8 Eyed Spy,
Duran Duran,
the Germs,
Pylon,
New Order,
The Gories,
The Trojans,
Ludus,
Bob Dylan,
Rhythm & Sound,
Michelle Simonal,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Bill Wells,
Vainqueur,
The Evens,
Frankie Knuckles,
Lucky Dragons,
Ituana,
Talk Talk,
Franke,
The Busters,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Red Krayola,
Gong,
Lou Christie,
CMW,
Pagans,
Mandrill,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Robert Wyatt,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Masters at Work,
Hot Snakes, Hot Snakes, Hot Snakes, Hot Snakes.
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.