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 Mauritania and from New York.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia 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 1963 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Reagan Youth to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Moleskins. All the underground hits.
All The Angels of Light tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Reuben Wilson record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Public Image Ltd. record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Severed Heads,
Junior Murvin,
Lou Christie,
Mo-Dettes,
Roxy Music,
The Raincoats,
Dennis Brown,
8 Eyed Spy,
Intrusion,
David Axelrod,
Roger Hodgson,
Brick,
the Normal,
Pet Shop Boys,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Marc Almond,
D'Angelo,
The Real Kids,
Lalo Schifrin,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Peter & Gordon,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Busters,
Skaos,
Lou Reed,
F. McDonald,
Terry Callier,
Young Marble Giants,
Moby Grape,
Excepter,
Supertramp,
Skriet,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Essential Logic,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Pulsallama,
The Human League,
Con Funk Shun,
Black Pus,
kango's stein massive,
Nico,
Mars,
Theoretical Girls,
The Divine Comedy,
Joyce Sims,
Radio Birdman,
Chrome,
Kurtis Blow,
Stereo Dub,
The Sonics,
Kas Product,
The Barracudas,
Gil Scott Heron,
Blancmange,
The Red Krayola,
Audionom,
Danielle Patucci,
The J.B.'s,
Metal Thangz,
B.T. Express,
China Crisis,
Bush Tetras,
Mary Jane Girls, Mary Jane Girls, Mary Jane Girls, Mary Jane Girls.
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.