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 Antigua and from Lagos.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1969 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 Donald Fagen 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 Sound Behaviour to the dance 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 PIL. All the underground hits.
All Scientists tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mark Hollis 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 '90s.
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 James White and The Blacks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ice-T,
Porter Ricks,
Livin' Joy,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Camberwell Now,
Steve Hackett,
Monolake,
Boz Scaggs,
Kurtis Blow,
June Days,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Stiv Bators,
Jacques Brel,
The Invisible,
Barry Ungar,
Lungfish,
Todd Rundgren,
The Golliwogs,
Marine Girls,
Pharoah Sanders,
Swell Maps,
Roger Hodgson,
The Blackbyrds,
Ralphi Rosario,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Das Ding,
Agitation Free,
The Cowsills,
CMW,
Qualms,
Max Romeo,
Rites of Spring,
The Last Poets,
Supertramp,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Gang of Four,
Anakelly,
Main Source,
One Last Wish,
the Sonics,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
8 Eyed Spy,
Funkadelic,
Matthew Halsall,
Delon & Dalcan,
Tomorrow,
Leonard Cohen,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Soul II Soul,
Alphaville,
Minutemen,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Maleditus Sound,
Guru Guru,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Tres Demented,
Laurel Aitken,
Brand Nubian,
Godley & Creme,
Cal Tjader, Cal Tjader, Cal Tjader, Cal Tjader.
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.