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 Vanuatu and from Hong Kong.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1960 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Last Poets to the punk 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 Ice-T. All the underground hits.
All Liaisons Dangereuses tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ronnie Foster record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Slackers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe 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 Fania All-Stars,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Soul II Soul,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Nico,
Clear Light,
Smog,
Zapp,
Lyres,
T. Rex,
The Slackers,
Pantaleimon,
Technova,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Walker Brothers,
John Lydon,
Girls At Our Best!,
Monolake,
Stetsasonic,
Scratch Acid,
Camberwell Now,
Ponytail,
Reuben Wilson,
Little Man,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Dawn Penn,
Eden Ahbez,
the Sonics,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
ABBA,
The Dead C,
The Golliwogs,
Bronski Beat,
Max Romeo,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Mark Hollis,
The J.B.'s,
Erasure,
Faraquet,
Byron Stingily,
Tropical Tobacco,
Jimmy McGriff,
Whodini,
Bauhaus,
Half Japanese,
Cecil Taylor,
Mary Jane Girls,
Sister Nancy,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Rakim,
Das Ding,
Bad Manners,
Terrestrial Tones,
Ice-T,
Frankie Knuckles,
Glambeats Corp.,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Sonic Youth,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Pop Group, The Pop Group, The Pop Group, The Pop Group.
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.