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 Philippines and from Tehran.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1965 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 Lou Reed 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 Alphaville to the punk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Rosa Yemen. All the underground hits.
All Althea and Donna tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eyeless In Gaza 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Johnny Clarke record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Duran Duran,
Suburban Knight,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Minnie Riperton,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Lou Reed,
Sister Nancy,
T. Rex,
Rufus Thomas,
Chris Corsano,
Jandek,
Vainqueur,
Boredoms,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Sexual Harrassment,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Absolute Body Control,
Mary Jane Girls,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Soulsonic Force,
Freddie Wadling,
Donald Byrd,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
the Swans,
Deakin,
Josef K,
In Retrospect,
D'Angelo,
Idris Muhammad,
A Certain Ratio,
Curtis Mayfield,
Minny Pops,
Scott Walker,
Connie Case,
Second Layer,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Monks,
The Birthday Party,
Scientists,
Gong,
Fear,
Suicide,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Sonics,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Gun Club,
Model 500,
Sun Ra,
Zapp,
Amon Düül,
Cameo,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Johnny Clarke,
Average White Band,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
David McCallum,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Music Machine,
Arab on Radar,
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.