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 Cambodia and from Hong Kong.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 1964 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 oboe 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 Kool G Rap & DJ Polo to the grime kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Tremeloes. All the underground hits.
All The Saints tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Traffic Nightmare record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 guitar and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cameo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Slits,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Angry Samoans,
Glambeats Corp.,
Lakeside,
Amon Düül,
Yaz,
Make Up,
The Dead C,
The Birthday Party,
cv313,
Unwound,
The Moleskins,
Arthur Verocai,
The Fugs,
Pet Shop Boys,
Jeff Lynne,
Derrick May,
Television Personalities,
Piero Umiliani,
Vainqueur,
The Names,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Johnny Osbourne,
Cybotron,
the Bar-Kays,
Schoolly D,
Wally Richardson,
Pere Ubu,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Rufus Thomas,
H. Thieme,
Heaven 17,
The Saints,
Pharoah Sanders,
Negative Approach,
Traffic Nightmare,
the Sonics,
Easy Going,
Desert Stars,
Barclay James Harvest,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Dave Clark Five,
Nas,
Black Moon,
Reagan Youth,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Ponytail,
Rosa Yemen,
The Toasters,
Howard Jones,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
DNA,
Eric Dolphy,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Liliput,
Joe Smooth,
48th St. Collective,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Neil Young,
Hashim,
Oneida,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Sonics, The Sonics, The Sonics, The Sonics.
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.