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 Congo and from Lagos.
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 1964 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Funky Four + One to the disco 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 Brothers Johnson. All the underground hits.
All The United States of America tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Scientists record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 a spring reverb and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Mandrill record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Can,
The Trojans,
Mark Hollis,
Marvin Gaye,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Fortunes,
The Smoke,
Charles Mingus,
The Zeros,
Main Source,
X-102,
Frankie Knuckles,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Scrapy,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Martian,
Thee Headcoats,
Ludus,
Fear,
Rekid,
Crispy Ambulance,
Youth Brigade,
The Barracudas,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Misunderstood,
Yellowson,
Monks,
Rakim,
Ultra Naté,
X-101,
Sun City Girls,
The Smiths,
Toni Rubio,
The Evens,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Minny Pops,
Bang On A Can,
Siglo XX,
Eden Ahbez,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Urselle,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Vladislav Delay,
Sight & Sound,
Junior Murvin,
The Index,
Groovy Waters,
Essential Logic,
Royal Trux,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Wings,
These Immortal Souls,
Nico,
The Knickerbockers,
Talk Talk,
Patti Smith,
Kool Moe Dee, Kool Moe Dee, Kool Moe Dee, Kool Moe Dee.
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.