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 Maldives and from Houston.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Buzzcocks show in Bolton.
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 1961 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 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 Andrew Hill to the funk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Kevin Saunderson. All the underground hits.
All John Lydon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rhythim Is Rhythim record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Infiniti record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ten City,
cv313,
Stiv Bators,
the Fania All-Stars,
Con Funk Shun,
Alison Limerick,
Rod Modell,
The Neon Judgement,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Guru Guru,
Das Ding,
Faraquet,
The Five Americans,
The Smiths,
Stetsasonic,
Quadrant,
Soft Machine,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Birthday Party,
Franke,
Deakin,
Arthur Verocai,
Bobby Womack,
Yaz,
Crooked Eye,
Michelle Simonal,
Susan Cadogan,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Buckinghams,
The Remains,
The Flesh Eaters,
Robert Görl,
Hardrive,
The Star Department,
Royal Trux,
The Music Machine,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Bizarre Inc.,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
In Retrospect,
Moss Icon,
Zero Boys,
Yazoo,
The Cramps,
Bobby Byrd,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Absolute Body Control,
FM Einheit,
Lalann,
Television,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Cure,
E-Dancer,
Neu!,
Tomorrow,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Misunderstood,
Black Sheep,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Bush Tetras,
Marc Almond, Marc Almond, Marc Almond, Marc Almond.
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.