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 Haiti and from Taipei.
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 1962 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Lagos.
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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Avey Tare to the dance 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 Jerry's Kids. All the underground hits.
All Crispian St. Peters tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Fania All-Stars 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Martian,
Archie Shepp,
The Victims,
Johnny Osbourne,
Man Parrish,
Groovy Waters,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Pantytec,
Al Stewart,
Judy Mowatt,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Magma,
Marine Girls,
Sun City Girls,
The Smiths,
Electric Prunes,
Fela Kuti,
X-102,
the Association,
Cecil Taylor,
The Fortunes,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Kinks,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Searchers,
Lungfish,
Q65,
Von Mondo,
Girls At Our Best!,
Drexciya,
Qualms,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Graham Central Station,
Make Up,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
AZ,
Rosa Yemen,
Morten Harket,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Trojans,
Theoretical Girls,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Hasil Adkins,
Peter & Gordon,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Yazoo,
Fat Boys,
Wire,
Jeff Mills,
The Monochrome Set,
Yusef Lateef,
Ohio Players,
Minutemen,
Michelle Simonal,
Barry Ungar,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Stetsasonic,
Whodini, Whodini, Whodini, Whodini.
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.