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 Vietnam and from Hong Kong.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 synthesizer 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 Fat Boys to the funk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Andrew Hill. All the underground hits.
All Johnny Osbourne tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Standells record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Shuggie Otis record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nation of Ulysses,
Matthew Bourne,
A Certain Ratio,
Con Funk Shun,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
John Cale,
Joy Division,
U.S. Maple,
The Golliwogs,
The Litter,
The United States of America,
Cluster,
the Sonics,
Faust,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Q and Not U,
The Motions,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Sixth Finger,
Subhumans,
Fatback Band,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Connie Case,
Ken Boothe,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Eli Mardock,
The Knickerbockers,
Wire,
Drive Like Jehu,
Yusef Lateef,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Metal Thangz,
Roxette,
Khruangbin,
48th St. Collective,
Cymande,
Surgeon,
Crooked Eye,
Sam Rivers,
Lou Christie,
Model 500,
Spandau Ballet,
Morten Harket,
Suicide,
L. Decosne,
Angry Samoans,
Alice Coltrane,
Visage,
Average White Band,
Excepter,
Fugazi,
The Gun Club,
The Saints,
Soul Sonic Force,
Accadde A,
Yaz,
Reagan Youth,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Royal Trux,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Bush Tetras,
Curtis Mayfield, Curtis Mayfield, Curtis Mayfield, Curtis Mayfield.
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.