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 Tajikistan and from Stockholm.
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 1964 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam to the disco kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Max Romeo. All the underground hits.
All David Bowie tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Mojo Men record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Amazonics record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Maleditus Sound,
Don Cherry,
Crooked Eye,
Marine Girls,
Camberwell Now,
the Fania All-Stars,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Brand Nubian,
John Cale,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Last Poets,
JFA,
Cal Tjader,
Au Pairs,
Erykah Badu,
X-Ray Spex,
Index,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Ultimate Spinach,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Sarah Menescal,
Buzzcocks,
Johnny Clarke,
Soul Sonic Force,
Amon Düül II,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
DNA,
New York Dolls,
Mars,
R.M.O.,
Mantronix,
Mission of Burma,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Joyce Sims,
La Düsseldorf,
The Evens,
Mr. Review,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Trojans,
Fear,
Q and Not U,
Pussy Galore,
Blake Baxter,
Barclay James Harvest,
Nirvana,
Unwound,
X-102,
The Barracudas,
Joe Finger,
Easy Going,
Gang Gang Dance,
Yusef Lateef,
Boz Scaggs,
Derrick Morgan,
Rakim,
OOIOO,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Warsaw,
Roy Ayers,
The Neon Judgement,
Ituana, Ituana, Ituana, Ituana.
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.