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 Dominican Republic and from Manila.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South 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 1968 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 clarinet 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 Public Image Ltd. to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Eli Mardock. All the underground hits.
All Audionom tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bob Dylan record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Brand Nubian record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Victims,
Q and Not U,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Buzzcocks,
Cluster,
KRS-One,
Laurel Aitken,
Tears for Fears,
Eric Dolphy,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Joey Negro,
Rotary Connection,
Suburban Knight,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Flash Fearless,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Terry Callier,
Franke,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Gories,
Dave Gahan,
Au Pairs,
Alton Ellis,
Soft Machine,
Rapeman,
Sparks,
Junior Murvin,
Eden Ahbez,
Thee Headcoats,
The Trojans,
Gil Scott Heron,
Isaac Hayes,
The Cure,
Fela Kuti,
Circle Jerks,
Animal Collective,
Tomorrow,
The Alarm Clocks,
Schoolly D,
Moby Grape,
Warsaw,
The Happenings,
The Shadows of Knight,
Jawbox,
The Evens,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Barbara Tucker,
Television,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
48th St. Collective,
The Kinks,
The Seeds,
Glambeats Corp.,
Darondo,
Kayak,
Johnny Clarke,
The Doobie Brothers,
Piero Umiliani,
The Searchers,
The Standells,
The Buckinghams,
Metal Thangz,
Bang On A Can,
Scion, Scion, Scion, Scion.
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.