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 Belgium and from Sao Paulo.
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 1960 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 rhodes 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 Soul II Soul to the punk 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 Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five. All the underground hits.
All Funky Four + One tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Blake Baxter 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Judy Mowatt record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Silicon Teens,
PIL,
The Fugs,
Arthur Verocai,
Isaac Hayes,
Eric Dolphy,
Skaos,
Brothers Johnson,
Susan Cadogan,
Moss Icon,
Eli Mardock,
Shuggie Otis,
Idris Muhammad,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Hardrive,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Sonics,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Gang Starr,
The Blackbyrds,
The Real Kids,
Rekid,
Public Enemy,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Crime,
The Standells,
Stetsasonic,
Aloha Tigers,
Buzzcocks,
Alphaville,
Pantytec,
Quantec,
Flipper,
Accadde A,
Pagans,
Black Sheep,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Roger Hodgson,
Kayak,
Rufus Thomas,
Lucky Dragons,
Joy Division,
Matthew Bourne,
Sister Nancy,
the Normal,
Sandy B,
New Age Steppers,
Simply Red,
Talk Talk,
Maurizio,
Malaria!,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Gories,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Gang Gang Dance,
Ohio Players,
The Angels of Light,
Index,
Jimmy McGriff,
Black Pus,
Kerri Chandler,
Dead Boys, Dead Boys, Dead Boys, Dead Boys.
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.