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 Nepal and from Seoul.
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 1968 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Halifax 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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Lou Christie to the techno 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 Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson. All the underground hits.
All Barrington Levy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Suburban Knight record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a DNA record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Human League,
Electric Prunes,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Arab on Radar,
R.M.O.,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Litter,
The Pretty Things,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Maurizio,
Unwound,
Jeff Lynne,
Peter and Kerry,
Lucky Dragons,
Faust,
China Crisis,
Gong,
X-101,
The Star Department,
Ossler,
Zapp,
Ornette Coleman,
DJ Sneak,
The Offenders,
Bob Dylan,
The Shadows of Knight,
Stiv Bators,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Flipper,
Rhythm & Sound,
Easy Going,
Henry Cow,
The Fuzztones,
Minutemen,
Model 500,
Ultravox,
Toni Rubio,
Sam Rivers,
Television Personalities,
Rotary Connection,
Gregory Isaacs,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Real Kids,
Terry Callier,
Pantaleimon,
Don Cherry,
Throbbing Gristle,
Sexual Harrassment,
Skaos,
Crash Course in Science,
Roy Ayers,
cv313,
Chrome,
Lalann,
Absolute Body Control,
The Neon Judgement,
Minny Pops,
Bobby Womack,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Smog,
Grandmaster Flash, Grandmaster Flash, Grandmaster Flash, Grandmaster Flash.
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.