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 Equatorial Guinea and from Winnipeg.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Spokane.
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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 The Motions to the funk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Arab on Radar. All the underground hits.
All The Busters tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Boredoms 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Youth Brigade record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Aural Exciters,
The Fortunes,
The Electric Prunes,
James Chance & The Contortions,
New Age Steppers,
Marshall Jefferson,
Ronnie Foster,
The Gladiators,
Tubeway Army,
MDC,
Lou Christie,
Ornette Coleman,
Sun Ra,
X-101,
Main Source,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Electric Prunes,
Iggy Pop,
Theoretical Girls,
The Doobie Brothers,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Black Sheep,
Ten City,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Roger Hodgson,
Howard Jones,
Easy Going,
Essential Logic,
The American Breed,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Au Pairs,
Soulsonic Force,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Barrington Levy,
Funky Four + One,
Graham Central Station,
The Happenings,
Dark Day,
T.S.O.L.,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Dennis Brown,
Jeff Mills,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Searchers,
Eric Dolphy,
Sonny Sharrock,
Sparks,
Ohio Players,
Soft Cell,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Donny Hathaway,
The J.B.'s,
the Fania All-Stars,
DJ Sneak,
Lower 48,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Maurizio,
Mo-Dettes,
The Dead C,
The Zeros,
Porter Ricks, Porter Ricks, Porter Ricks, Porter Ricks.
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.