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 Paraguay and from Delhi.
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 1966 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the synthesizer 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 Alice Coltrane to the electroclash 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 Fela Kuti. All the underground hits.
All Terrestrial Tones tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Popol Vuh 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ultramagnetic MC's record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Country Teasers,
Bobby Byrd,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Severed Heads,
Rapeman,
The Electric Prunes,
The Gladiators,
48th St. Collective,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Qualms,
Boz Scaggs,
Pantaleimon,
Agitation Free,
The Velvet Underground,
Tropical Tobacco,
KRS-One,
Harpers Bizarre,
Davy DMX,
Section 25,
Alphaville,
Oneida,
Popol Vuh,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Wake,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Detroit Cobras,
Bad Manners,
Warsaw,
China Crisis,
Rufus Thomas,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The American Breed,
Rod Modell,
Jeff Mills,
Steve Hackett,
The Pop Group,
Porter Ricks,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Blues Magoos,
T. Rex,
New Order,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Sight & Sound,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Jimmy McGriff,
Kurtis Blow,
the Normal,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Lalann,
Monolake,
The Sonics,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Chris Corsano,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Howard Jones,
The Cure,
The Buckinghams,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Q and Not U, Q and Not U, Q and Not U, Q and Not U.
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.