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 Grenada and from Mumbai.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Amazonics to the rock kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Godley & Creme. All the underground hits.
All Lucky Dragons tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Excepter record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Donald Byrd record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ronnie Foster,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Warsaw,
Barbara Tucker,
New York Dolls,
Cecil Taylor,
Danielle Patucci,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Nik Kershaw,
X-Ray Spex,
The Motions,
Mark Hollis,
Johnny Osbourne,
Brick,
X-101,
The Fortunes,
JFA,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Tim Buckley,
Index,
Stereo Dub,
Drive Like Jehu,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Nas,
Procol Harum,
Y Pants,
Bobby Womack,
John Foxx,
The Five Americans,
Todd Terry,
The Zeros,
Circle Jerks,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Urselle,
Jimmy McGriff,
Tears for Fears,
Sparks,
Lightning Bolt,
Agitation Free,
The Walker Brothers,
Ronan,
Leonard Cohen,
The Move,
John Cale,
Wally Richardson,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Barrington Levy,
The Busters,
Hoover,
The Star Department,
The Moody Blues,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Alton Ellis,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx, Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx, Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx, Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx.
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.