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 Slovenia 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 Edmonton and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the harpsichord 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 L. Decosne 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 Blancmange. All the underground hits.
All The Residents tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gregory Isaacs 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lungfish record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Japan,
Kool Moe Dee,
Sonny Sharrock,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Youth Brigade,
D'Angelo,
Visage,
Lightning Bolt,
Glambeats Corp.,
Pole,
Fad Gadget,
Throbbing Gristle,
Ultimate Spinach,
Howard Jones,
Bill Wells,
Bobby Sherman,
Bush Tetras,
Girls At Our Best!,
Severed Heads,
The Young Rascals,
The Vogues,
The Walker Brothers,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Donald Byrd,
The Index,
Joy Division,
Buzzcocks,
Eurythmics,
ABC,
the Human League,
Rod Modell,
Public Enemy,
Wolf Eyes,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Sun City Girls,
Scion,
The Dirtbombs,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Music Machine,
Terry Callier,
Silicon Teens,
La Düsseldorf,
Agent Orange,
Lou Reed,
Kaleidoscope,
Nico,
Warren Ellis,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Carl Craig,
The Fortunes,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Little Man,
Wings,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
A Certain Ratio,
The Blackbyrds,
Man Eating Sloth,
Jandek,
the Normal,
Rapeman,
The J.B.'s,
Sexual Harrassment,
Grandmaster Flash,
Kayak, Kayak, Kayak, Kayak.
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.