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-Bissau and from Hong Kong.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
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 1962 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 linndrum 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 Sugar Minott to the funk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 cv313. All the underground hits.
All R.M.O. tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rod Modell record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 chamberlin and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sugar Minott record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sonny Sharrock,
Black Pus,
E-Dancer,
The Standells,
cv313,
Robert Wyatt,
Stetsasonic,
Sixth Finger,
Rosa Yemen,
Black Bananas,
The Five Americans,
Warsaw,
Al Stewart,
Camouflage,
Derrick Morgan,
Moss Icon,
Hashim,
Angry Samoans,
Arcadia,
Sam Rivers,
The Modern Lovers,
Ohio Players,
Underground Resistance,
Das Ding,
June of 44,
Mission of Burma,
LL Cool J,
the Normal,
The Stooges,
Neu!,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Magma,
Gil Scott Heron,
Essential Logic,
Swans,
Con Funk Shun,
Gregory Isaacs,
Andrew Hill,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Joe Smooth,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Bizarre Inc.,
Jerry's Kids,
Jimmy McGriff,
Terry Callier,
The Music Machine,
Kevin Saunderson,
New Age Steppers,
Faust,
The Doobie Brothers,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Throbbing Gristle,
Ponytail,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Danielle Patucci,
Roger Hodgson,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Man Parrish,
Suburban Knight, Suburban Knight, Suburban Knight, Suburban Knight.
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.