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 Venezuela and from Madrid.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1964 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Joe Smooth to the techno 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 John Coltrane. All the underground hits.
All Joe Finger tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every JFA record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Yazoo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
James White and The Blacks,
Alton Ellis,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Rhythm & Sound,
Nick Fraelich,
Lee Hazlewood,
Glenn Branca,
Pagans,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Guru Guru,
U.S. Maple,
Cal Tjader,
The Barracudas,
Sonny Sharrock,
Boz Scaggs,
Eve St. Jones,
Au Pairs,
Matthew Bourne,
Heaven 17,
Joy Division,
Freddie Wadling,
Harmonia,
Tubeway Army,
Make Up,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Shadows of Knight,
Kayak,
Big Daddy Kane,
Fear,
Rites of Spring,
Derrick May,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Rod Modell,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Monks,
World's Most,
Vainqueur,
John Lydon,
These Immortal Souls,
Radio Birdman,
Eddi Front,
Alison Limerick,
Little Man,
Laurel Aitken,
Ohio Players,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Quando Quango,
The Modern Lovers,
Talk Talk,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
ABC,
Stiv Bators,
Davy DMX,
The J.B.'s,
KRS-One,
Echospace,
Ultra Naté,
the Slits,
The Blackbyrds,
The Gories,
Marshall Jefferson,
Smog, Smog, Smog, Smog.
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.