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 Cuba and from Jakarta.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Count Five 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 Spandau Ballet. All the underground hits.
All Public Image Ltd. tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ornette Coleman record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Angels of Light & Akron/Family record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ultra Naté,
Ituana,
Lucky Dragons,
Jeff Mills,
Kayak,
Bobby Sherman,
Organ,
Mr. Review,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Steve Hackett,
Vainqueur,
Minor Threat,
Yellowson,
Pierre Henry,
Silicon Teens,
Aswad,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Thee Headcoats,
the Fania All-Stars,
Marc Almond,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Bronski Beat,
Ossler,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
John Coltrane,
Bill Near,
Connie Case,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Cybotron,
DJ Sneak,
David McCallum,
The Seeds,
Main Source,
Schoolly D,
Sam Rivers,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Gang of Four,
Procol Harum,
Deadbeat,
The Gun Club,
Tim Buckley,
Cal Tjader,
Black Sheep,
The Stooges,
Public Enemy,
Guru Guru,
Mission of Burma,
Banda Bassotti,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Andrew Hill,
Al Stewart,
The Blues Magoos,
Gabor Szabo,
DNA,
8 Eyed Spy,
A Certain Ratio,
Warren Ellis,
Technova,
The Last Poets,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Zeros,
Rhythm & Sound,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Faraquet, Faraquet, Faraquet, Faraquet.
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.