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 Ghana and from Mumbai.
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 1963 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Edmonton.
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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Stetsasonic to the techno kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 the Slits. All the underground hits.
All Lou Reed & Metallica tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Harry Pussy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 a linndrum and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The J.B.'s record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Section 25,
Crispian St. Peters,
Cymande,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Tomorrow,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Gang of Four,
Pagans,
R.M.O.,
Scrapy,
Arthur Verocai,
Delta 5,
Erasure,
The Count Five,
Second Layer,
Tears for Fears,
Saccharine Trust,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Desert Stars,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Johnny Osbourne,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Boredoms,
Sandy B,
Organ,
Radio Birdman,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Lou Christie,
Jacob Miller,
Godley & Creme,
Deadbeat,
the Normal,
Eve St. Jones,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Basic Channel,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Sun Ra,
These Immortal Souls,
Severed Heads,
Rakim,
Aural Exciters,
Archie Shepp,
The Searchers,
Mad Mike,
Blossom Toes,
Josef K,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Kinks,
PIL,
The Remains,
The Fire Engines,
Flamin' Groovies,
Vainqueur,
Pulsallama,
The Smiths,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Moebius,
Black Sheep,
Stetsasonic,
Flipper,
Fat Boys,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson, Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson, Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson, Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson.
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.