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 Burundi and from Lagos.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1968 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 linndrum 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 Carl Craig to the jazz 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 Smog. All the underground hits.
All Marc Almond tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Con Funk Shun record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 theremin and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Alton Ellis record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Country Teasers,
the Human League,
Stetsasonic,
The Moody Blues,
Spandau Ballet,
Glenn Branca,
The J.B.'s,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Eve St. Jones,
Pierre Henry,
Kerri Chandler,
The Techniques,
Ludus,
Bill Wells,
Bang On A Can,
Kas Product,
The Gap Band,
New York Dolls,
Dave Gahan,
Qualms,
Joey Negro,
The Gladiators,
The Knickerbockers,
Frankie Knuckles,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Fat Boys,
Aswad,
Lakeside,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Soft Cell,
JFA,
Clear Light,
Model 500,
Erykah Badu,
The United States of America,
New Age Steppers,
Joensuu 1685,
Essential Logic,
Yusef Lateef,
The Mummies,
Moby Grape,
Fugazi,
Q and Not U,
Livin' Joy,
Chrome,
Groovy Waters,
The Standells,
The Buckinghams,
Mission of Burma,
Tommy Roe,
Terrestrial Tones,
Buzzcocks,
Funky Four + One,
Swell Maps,
Junior Murvin,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Tears for Fears,
Alphaville,
The Raincoats,
Dennis Brown, Dennis Brown, Dennis Brown, Dennis Brown.
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.