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 Canada and from Hong Kong.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Throbbing Gristle 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 1967 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the synthesizer 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 Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic to the rock kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Funkadelic. All the underground hits.
All Selector Dub Narcotic tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Slits record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 a mellotron and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Divine Comedy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tommy Roe,
The Smiths,
Rotary Connection,
Hasil Adkins,
John Coltrane,
Lalo Schifrin,
Ten City,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
the Association,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Standells,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Trojans,
China Crisis,
Von Mondo,
Crispian St. Peters,
Mantronix,
Circle Jerks,
DJ Sneak,
Fugazi,
Crime,
Suicide,
Rakim,
Bobby Byrd,
Junior Murvin,
Alison Limerick,
The Mojo Men,
Porter Ricks,
Kool Moe Dee,
Jerry's Kids,
The Remains,
Qualms,
The Slits,
The Dead C,
Parry Music,
The Neon Judgement,
Scott Walker,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Michelle Simonal,
Peter & Gordon,
The Index,
Robert Görl,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Amazonics,
OOIOO,
The Residents,
Eli Mardock,
The Zeros,
the Soft Cell,
Sun City Girls,
The Vogues,
Brass Construction,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Marshall Jefferson,
Harmonia,
Arthur Verocai,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Faust,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Pierre Henry, Pierre Henry, Pierre Henry, Pierre Henry.
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.