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 Benin and from Hong Kong.
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 1967 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 1977 at the first Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
I was working on the theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Be Bop Deluxe 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 Mr. Review. All the underground hits.
All Grey Daturas tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Infiniti 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 an organ and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cameo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
DNA,
Letta Mbulu,
The Fortunes,
Ronnie Foster,
Suicide,
Brick,
Banda Bassotti,
the Soft Cell,
Laurel Aitken,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Mad Mike,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Josef K,
The Motions,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Blake Baxter,
Johnny Clarke,
Camberwell Now,
Graham Central Station,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
John Foxx,
Danielle Patucci,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Popol Vuh,
Erasure,
Silicon Teens,
Yusef Lateef,
Hoover,
Thompson Twins,
Cal Tjader,
Delta 5,
The Stooges,
Quantec,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Todd Terry,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Doobie Brothers,
Traffic Nightmare,
Goldenarms,
X-102,
Aswad,
Yazoo,
Agent Orange,
Babytalk,
Marmalade,
The Mojo Men,
E-Dancer,
The Electric Prunes,
Spandau Ballet,
DJ Style,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Grass Roots,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Birthday Party,
Bobby Byrd,
Newcleus,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Knickerbockers, The Knickerbockers, The Knickerbockers, The Knickerbockers.
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.