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 Burkina and from Calgary.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Qualms to the rap kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Skatalites. All the underground hits.
All Sound Behaviour tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Monks record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a D'Angelo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Porter Ricks,
Loose Ends,
Ohio Players,
Crime,
Wings,
PIL,
Dawn Penn,
Infiniti,
Johnny Osbourne,
Section 25,
Sarah Menescal,
Lalo Schifrin,
Derrick Morgan,
The Tremeloes,
Television,
K-Klass,
Mary Jane Girls,
Ash Ra Tempel,
John Lydon,
Maleditus Sound,
Brass Construction,
The Remains,
Byron Stingily,
Oblivians,
Thompson Twins,
The Music Machine,
the Human League,
Boredoms,
Sister Nancy,
Kas Product,
The Residents,
Minny Pops,
Intrusion,
Jimmy McGriff,
Toni Rubio,
The Monks,
Robert Wyatt,
Metal Thangz,
Al Stewart,
Mr. Review,
The Black Dice,
Colin Newman,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Lebanon Hanover,
JFA,
Sparks,
Nik Kershaw,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
John Cale,
Essential Logic,
D'Angelo,
John Holt,
Kerrie Biddell,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Sex Pistols,
Amazonics,
CMW,
The Names,
The Monochrome Set,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Little Man,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Idris Muhammad,
Suicide,
The Dirtbombs, The Dirtbombs, The Dirtbombs, The Dirtbombs.
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.