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 Senegal and from Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Man Eating Sloth to the crunk 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 Roy Ayers Ubiquity. All the underground hits.
All Excepter tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Red Lorry Yellow Lorry record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Japan record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Black Pus,
Model 500,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
DNA,
Donny Hathaway,
The Mojo Men,
Altered Images,
The Red Krayola,
Con Funk Shun,
Roxy Music,
Archie Shepp,
Todd Rundgren,
Pussy Galore,
Dark Day,
Lou Reed,
The Golliwogs,
Dorothy Ashby,
Roy Ayers,
Althea and Donna,
Man Eating Sloth,
Lalann,
Stiv Bators,
Spoonie Gee,
Section 25,
ABC,
Boz Scaggs,
Andrew Hill,
Sex Pistols,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Names,
The Electric Prunes,
June Days,
AZ,
Bob Dylan,
kango's stein massive,
Funky Four + One,
New York Dolls,
Theoretical Girls,
Franke,
Kaleidoscope,
Erasure,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Prince Buster,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
10cc,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Morten Harket,
Cymande,
Carl Craig,
Roger Hodgson,
The Moody Blues,
Accadde A,
The Gap Band,
The Knickerbockers,
Electric Prunes,
The Move,
Massinfluence,
A Flock of Seagulls,
X-102,
Judy Mowatt,
Blake Baxter,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Lakeside, Lakeside, Lakeside, Lakeside.
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.