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 Guinea 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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Ultra Naté to the rock kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell. All the underground hits.
All James Chance & The Contortions tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kerri Chandler record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Donald Byrd record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sun Ra,
Stiv Bators,
Sister Nancy,
The Trojans,
Bang On A Can,
Tommy Roe,
Man Parrish,
The Cure,
The Blackbyrds,
JFA,
kango's stein massive,
Sparks,
David Axelrod,
Ronnie Foster,
Gang of Four,
Brick,
Aloha Tigers,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Man Eating Sloth,
MC5,
Porter Ricks,
Jeff Lynne,
Second Layer,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Intrusion,
Ice-T,
Deadbeat,
Glenn Branca,
Scion,
Outsiders,
Simply Red,
Traffic Nightmare,
Rod Modell,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Dennis Brown,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Cal Tjader,
The Grass Roots,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Young Rascals,
Gong,
Eric Copeland,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Symarip,
Stockholm Monsters,
The United States of America,
Severed Heads,
Depeche Mode,
Blake Baxter,
The Pretty Things,
Radiohead,
Public Image Ltd.,
Livin' Joy,
Maurizio,
Marc Almond,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Soft Cell,
Aswad,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Ronan,
Barclay James Harvest,
Funkadelic,
Scrapy, Scrapy, Scrapy, Scrapy.
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.