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 Bulgaria and from Manchester.
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 1963 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the rhodes 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 Average White Band 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 David McCallum. All the underground hits.
All Letta Mbulu tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every De La Soul & Jungle Brothers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Adolescents record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Girls At Our Best!,
Public Image Ltd.,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Misunderstood,
Nas,
Yusef Lateef,
Thee Headcoats,
Harpers Bizarre,
Sam Rivers,
Kenny Larkin,
Magma,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Trumans Water,
DJ Sneak,
Brick,
Pagans,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Residents,
Half Japanese,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Donny Hathaway,
Audionom,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Camberwell Now,
David McCallum,
Colin Newman,
Hasil Adkins,
Altered Images,
Moby Grape,
Johnny Clarke,
Metal Thangz,
MC5,
Harmonia,
Royal Trux,
Harry Pussy,
R.M.O.,
Buzzcocks,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
LL Cool J,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Marmalade,
Gang Gang Dance,
Brass Construction,
MDC,
Camouflage,
Flipper,
Judy Mowatt,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Echospace,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Stiv Bators,
Motorama,
Lyres,
Jeru the Damaja,
Moss Icon,
Vladislav Delay,
Davy DMX,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Monks,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Suburban Knight,
the Normal,
The Dave Clark Five,
Idris Muhammad, Idris Muhammad, Idris Muhammad, Idris Muhammad.
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.