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 Burkina and from Shanghai.
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 1963 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 B.T. Express to the grime kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Roger Hodgson. All the underground hits.
All Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bluetip record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gang of Four record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Avey Tare,
Jacob Miller,
Harpers Bizarre,
Little Man,
Dual Sessions,
Lou Reed,
Stetsasonic,
Con Funk Shun,
Monks,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Leaves,
Lungfish,
Black Pus,
Boz Scaggs,
Eve St. Jones,
Motorama,
Archie Shepp,
Andrew Hill,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Stooges,
U.S. Maple,
Donald Byrd,
Schoolly D,
Sight & Sound,
Can,
Warsaw,
Morten Harket,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Gong,
Max Romeo,
Nico,
Ralphi Rosario,
Mark Hollis,
Barrington Levy,
The Human League,
The Gories,
Fat Boys,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Tubeway Army,
Wally Richardson,
Chris Corsano,
Vladislav Delay,
Tres Demented,
The Busters,
Bobbi Humphrey,
the Human League,
Quadrant,
June of 44,
The Blues Magoos,
Kaleidoscope,
The Gap Band,
Eurythmics,
EPMD,
David Axelrod,
Letta Mbulu,
JFA,
Rufus Thomas,
Crime,
The Wake, The Wake, The Wake, The Wake.
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.