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 Colombia and from Paris.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Copenhagen.
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 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 A Flock of Seagulls to the grime kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Boz Scaggs. All the underground hits.
All Ultramagnetic MC's tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every June of 44 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 chamberlin and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Peanut Butter Conspiracy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Zapp,
Boogie Down Productions,
Hot Snakes,
Delon & Dalcan,
Eddi Front,
Ohio Players,
Pet Shop Boys,
Icehouse,
Anakelly,
Girls At Our Best!,
U.S. Maple,
Pantytec,
The Moody Blues,
The New Christs,
FM Einheit,
X-102,
Jesper Dahlback,
These Immortal Souls,
The Selecter,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Scion,
The Golliwogs,
Brothers Johnson,
Scan 7,
Avey Tare,
Pere Ubu,
Faust,
Marvin Gaye,
The Toasters,
Dawn Penn,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Erykah Badu,
EPMD,
Soul Sonic Force,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Roxy Music,
Qualms,
Jeff Lynne,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Arthur Verocai,
Lakeside,
The Index,
Gerry Rafferty,
Johnny Osbourne,
Tubeway Army,
The Cowsills,
June of 44,
the Fania All-Stars,
Silicon Teens,
Rekid,
Little Man,
Peter and Kerry,
Crispy Ambulance,
Max Romeo,
Ronan,
Jerry's Kids,
Gang of Four,
The Gun Club,
Albert Ayler,
Adolescents,
Davy DMX, Davy DMX, Davy DMX, Davy DMX.
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.