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 Denmark and from Copenhagen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1962 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 Robert Palmer 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 Slick Rick to the dance kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Idris Muhammad. All the underground hits.
All Marvin Gaye tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every China Crisis record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 mellotron and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kurtis Blow record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tim Buckley,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Vogues,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Glenn Branca,
Matthew Halsall,
Echospace,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Jeff Lynne,
Tropical Tobacco,
Todd Rundgren,
Tears for Fears,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Dead C,
The Cure,
Fluxion,
Wally Richardson,
Mars,
The Busters,
Spoonie Gee,
Traffic Nightmare,
Jimmy McGriff,
Moebius,
Cymande,
Bizarre Inc.,
The American Breed,
Eric Copeland,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Hot Snakes,
Nils Olav,
Roxy Music,
Flamin' Groovies,
Interpol,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Minutemen,
Big Daddy Kane,
Skarface,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Desert Stars,
The Associates,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Ronan,
Gang of Four,
Can,
Gang Starr,
Ultra Naté,
Youth Brigade,
Lyres,
Blake Baxter,
Essential Logic,
Sparks,
This Heat,
The Move,
Prince Buster,
Freddie Wadling,
Monks,
The Dave Clark Five,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Zeros,
Lindisfarne,
Johnny Osbourne,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Alice Coltrane, Alice Coltrane, Alice Coltrane, Alice Coltrane.
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.