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 Gambia and from Taipei.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
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 1965 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth to the techno 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 The Five Americans. All the underground hits.
All Crispian St. Peters tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every ABC record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Grass Roots record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Youth Brigade,
Loose Ends,
Matthew Bourne,
Grey Daturas,
Eric Dolphy,
the Germs,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
X-Ray Spex,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
B.T. Express,
Slave,
The Victims,
Heaven 17,
Sonic Youth,
Hasil Adkins,
Kayak,
The United States of America,
The Toasters,
the Human League,
Kaleidoscope,
T. Rex,
Avey Tare,
The Litter,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Cowsills,
Suburban Knight,
10cc,
Big Daddy Kane,
Arab on Radar,
Judy Mowatt,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Dave Gahan,
Rotary Connection,
Buzzcocks,
Matthew Halsall,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Names,
Grandmaster Flash,
Au Pairs,
Mars,
This Heat,
Zero Boys,
Severed Heads,
Average White Band,
Arthur Verocai,
Rapeman,
Cluster,
Soulsonic Force,
Vainqueur,
Susan Cadogan,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Robert Wyatt,
Interpol,
Visage,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Skatalites,
The Saints,
Connie Case,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Moody Blues,
The Count Five,
Nils Olav,
Bobbi Humphrey, Bobbi Humphrey, Bobbi Humphrey, Bobbi Humphrey.
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.