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 Algeria and from Johannesburg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Au Pairs to the crunk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Cure. All the underground hits.
All Eric B and Rakim tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Notorious Big And Bone Thugs record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 theremin and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Scrapy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Minutemen,
Guru Guru,
The Durutti Column,
Thompson Twins,
Skaos,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Infiniti,
Shuggie Otis,
Yazoo,
Maleditus Sound,
Ohio Players,
Bad Manners,
Grey Daturas,
8 Eyed Spy,
Scott Walker,
Bill Near,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Heaven 17,
Henry Cow,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Matthew Halsall,
Peter & Gordon,
Byron Stingily,
Stetsasonic,
The Fuzztones,
Jacques Brel,
Public Image Ltd.,
Organ,
Max Romeo,
Nas,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Agent Orange,
These Immortal Souls,
FM Einheit,
Juan Atkins,
Todd Terry,
Subhumans,
Funky Four + One,
New York Dolls,
Toni Rubio,
Quadrant,
Avey Tare,
The Doors,
Tommy Roe,
Vainqueur,
Gichy Dan,
Saccharine Trust,
Grauzone,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Victims,
Prince Buster,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Black Moon,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
the Germs,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Minnie Riperton,
Japan,
Deakin,
Excepter,
Tomorrow,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud, Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud, Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud, Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud.
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.