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 Maldives and from Hong Kong.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia 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 1966 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 organ 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 The Fugs to the grunge kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane. All the underground hits.
All Deadbeat tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Hardrive record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Derrick May record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Soul II Soul,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Shuggie Otis,
Barbara Tucker,
Swans,
the Normal,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Von Mondo,
Camberwell Now,
Judy Mowatt,
The Walker Brothers,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Eli Mardock,
Lower 48,
Minutemen,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Japan,
Bobby Sherman,
Danielle Patucci,
Tom Boy,
Cheater Slicks,
Wire,
Oblivians,
Ice-T,
LL Cool J,
The Mummies,
Bill Wells,
Trumans Water,
David Bowie,
New York Dolls,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Tomorrow,
The Fire Engines,
DJ Style,
The Fuzztones,
The J.B.'s,
Camouflage,
Matthew Bourne,
Kurtis Blow,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Soulsonic Force,
Kaleidoscope,
Rod Modell,
The Dirtbombs,
Yazoo,
Pere Ubu,
Boz Scaggs,
Sister Nancy,
Skriet,
Stereo Dub,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Raincoats,
The Gladiators,
Motorama,
Suicide,
John Holt,
Gang Gang Dance,
Rites of Spring,
Arthur Verocai,
Gang of Four, Gang of Four, Gang of Four, Gang of Four.
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.