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 Japan and from Lyon.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide 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 1960 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 1977 at the first Human League practice in a loft in Sheffield.
I was working on the theremin 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 Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon to the electroclash 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 Rhythm & Sound. All the underground hits.
All The Seeds tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Shadows of Knight record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 an arpeggiator and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a X-101 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dorothy Ashby,
Skriet,
Freddie Wadling,
Metal Thangz,
the Normal,
The Gories,
Kenny Larkin,
Drexciya,
UT,
Minny Pops,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Tubeway Army,
Deadbeat,
Nirvana,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Tomorrow,
Soft Machine,
Moebius,
Henry Cow,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Black Sheep,
Youth Brigade,
Quadrant,
Danielle Patucci,
The Motions,
Soft Cell,
Thee Headcoats,
Camouflage,
Prince Buster,
The Seeds,
Magma,
Johnny Osbourne,
Basic Channel,
Hashim,
Funky Four + One,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Throbbing Gristle,
Interpol,
Gil Scott Heron,
Masters at Work,
The Dead C,
New Age Steppers,
Kerrie Biddell,
Duran Duran,
Fatback Band,
Sun Ra,
Lindisfarne,
Oneida,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
T. Rex,
Davy DMX,
Tim Buckley,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Nico,
Country Teasers,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Man Parrish,
These Immortal Souls, These Immortal Souls, These Immortal Souls, These Immortal Souls.
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.