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 South Africa and from Woodstock.
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 1968 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the marimba 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 Minutemen to the rap 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 Organ. All the underground hits.
All Barclay James Harvest tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Parry Music 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 clarinet and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a China Crisis record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Parry Music,
The Skatalites,
Country Teasers,
Black Pus,
Average White Band,
CMW,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Barrington Levy,
Easy Going,
Roger Hodgson,
Piero Umiliani,
Camouflage,
48th St. Collective,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Selecter,
Dawn Penn,
Stereo Dub,
Delta 5,
Bush Tetras,
Josef K,
Alice Coltrane,
Zapp,
Judy Mowatt,
Radiohead,
Marmalade,
The Grass Roots,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Human League,
Joy Division,
Franke,
Tears for Fears,
Hoover,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Jesper Dahlback,
Mandrill,
Lower 48,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Little Man,
the Fania All-Stars,
Erasure,
Eric B and Rakim,
Bobby Byrd,
The Golliwogs,
Matthew Bourne,
Isaac Hayes,
Bootsy Collins,
Half Japanese,
Janne Schatter,
The Red Krayola,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Peter and Kerry,
Babytalk,
La Düsseldorf,
Stockholm Monsters,
the Bar-Kays,
Camberwell Now,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
OOIOO,
Barbara Tucker,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Blancmange, Blancmange, Blancmange, Blancmange.
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.