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 Panama and from Toronto.
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 1963 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Sao Paulo.
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 1977 at the first Human League practice in a loft in Sheffield.
I was working on the organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 K-Klass to the funk 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 De La Soul & Jungle Brothers. All the underground hits.
All Mandrill tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Minny Pops record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Buckinghams record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Metal Thangz,
Piero Umiliani,
Warren Ellis,
ABBA,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Glenn Branca,
Charles Mingus,
Electric Prunes,
Loose Ends,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Roy Ayers,
Nation of Ulysses,
Don Cherry,
Donny Hathaway,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Rekid,
Motorama,
The Gories,
The Slackers,
X-101,
Visage,
The Cure,
Blake Baxter,
Boogie Down Productions,
Skaos,
Joe Smooth,
K-Klass,
James White and The Blacks,
Skriet,
the Human League,
David Axelrod,
Public Enemy,
Harmonia,
Porter Ricks,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
John Coltrane,
Infiniti,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Spandau Ballet,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
David McCallum,
Toni Rubio,
Depeche Mode,
The Fuzztones,
Peter & Gordon,
Trumans Water,
Gregory Isaacs,
Surgeon,
Nils Olav,
Unrelated Segments,
Los Fastidios,
Oneida,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Kayak,
Crash Course in Science,
Johnny Clarke,
the Association,
Second Layer,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Smog,
Hoover,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Warsaw, Warsaw, Warsaw, Warsaw.
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.