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 Singapore and from Spokane.
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 1960 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the snare 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 Jimmy McGriff to the funk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Tom Boy. All the underground hits.
All Nas tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Misunderstood record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Smoke record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jimmy McGriff,
Iggy Pop,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
James White and The Blacks,
The Cowsills,
Unrelated Segments,
Kayak,
Black Sheep,
Metal Thangz,
Anthony Braxton,
Second Layer,
Scientists,
Arab on Radar,
Aswad,
MC5,
Joensuu 1685,
June Days,
Josef K,
Pulsallama,
Monks,
Dark Day,
Negative Approach,
Tres Demented,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Warren Ellis,
The Names,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Los Fastidios,
Letta Mbulu,
These Immortal Souls,
Sandy B,
Marmalade,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Al Stewart,
Surgeon,
Slave,
PIL,
Lalann,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Parry Music,
Neil Young,
Maurizio,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The J.B.'s,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Q65,
The Busters,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Henry Cow,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Quadrant,
Cal Tjader,
Pharoah Sanders,
H. Thieme,
Motorama,
Saccharine Trust,
Ice-T,
The Index,
Groovy Waters,
Zero Boys,
Barry Ungar,
Davy DMX, Davy DMX, Davy DMX, Davy DMX.
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.