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 Chad and from Paris.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 synthesizer 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 De La Soul & Jungle Brothers to the grunge kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Sad Lovers and Giants. All the underground hits.
All The Busters tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fela Kuti record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Whodini record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ponytail,
The Slits,
The Dirtbombs,
Gastr Del Sol,
Al Stewart,
CMW,
Tommy Roe,
Yazoo,
La Düsseldorf,
Josef K,
Alton Ellis,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Trumans Water,
The Associates,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Sonics,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Unrelated Segments,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Pharoah Sanders,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Scott Walker,
Soulsonic Force,
K-Klass,
Magazine,
Grauzone,
Outsiders,
Drexciya,
Rotary Connection,
Robert Görl,
Scientists,
Peter & Gordon,
Lungfish,
Fad Gadget,
Carl Craig,
The Neon Judgement,
L. Decosne,
Livin' Joy,
The Move,
Model 500,
Dark Day,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Kayak,
Bobby Sherman,
Gichy Dan,
Donny Hathaway,
Suicide,
D'Angelo,
The Sound,
Patti Smith,
Barrington Levy,
Joe Smooth,
Pussy Galore,
Don Cherry,
Cabaret Voltaire,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Minny Pops,
Idris Muhammad,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Boredoms,
The Electric Prunes,
Crooked Eye,
Erykah Badu, Erykah Badu, Erykah Badu, Erykah Badu.
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.