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 Uruguay and from Paris.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage 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 1961 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Fat Boys to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 The Busters. All the underground hits.
All Sexual Harrassment tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every John Coltrane 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lalann record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Residents,
Jeff Lynne,
Albert Ayler,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
David Axelrod,
Royal Trux,
Metal Thangz,
Robert Wyatt,
Buzzcocks,
In Retrospect,
Stockholm Monsters,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Silicon Teens,
Ultravox,
Boredoms,
E-Dancer,
Nico,
Marcia Griffiths,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Amazonics,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
June Days,
Agent Orange,
Kurtis Blow,
The Wake,
the Sonics,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Offenders,
Gang Green,
The Cramps,
Terry Callier,
Alison Limerick,
The Count Five,
These Immortal Souls,
Mary Jane Girls,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Big Daddy Kane,
Susan Cadogan,
Scion,
Public Image Ltd.,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Depeche Mode,
ABC,
Unwound,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Tomorrow,
Simply Red,
Kerri Chandler,
The Motions,
The Flesh Eaters,
Archie Shepp,
Eden Ahbez,
Morten Harket,
Echospace,
Moby Grape,
Cheater Slicks,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
the Swans, the Swans, the Swans, the Swans.
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.