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 Tonga and from Woodstock.
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 1965 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 1983 at the first Art of Noise practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Rapeman to the techno kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Gregory Isaacs. All the underground hits.
All Dual Sessions tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every DJ Style 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lee Hazlewood record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar 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 Slits,
Gabor Szabo,
Byron Stingily,
The Offenders,
Circle Jerks,
Michelle Simonal,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Supertramp,
Bobby Byrd,
Hasil Adkins,
Wire,
the Normal,
Grey Daturas,
Beasts of Bourbon,
New York Dolls,
Gang Green,
The Fall,
Arcadia,
the Bar-Kays,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Jimmy McGriff,
Sarah Menescal,
Wasted Youth,
Cal Tjader,
Brothers Johnson,
Terry Callier,
Joey Negro,
Eden Ahbez,
Eddi Front,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
10cc,
Ornette Coleman,
Susan Cadogan,
Swell Maps,
Public Enemy,
Bang On A Can,
Soulsonic Force,
The Star Department,
Flash Fearless,
Soul Sonic Force,
Scion,
Khruangbin,
R.M.O.,
Hoover,
Camouflage,
Rufus Thomas,
Angry Samoans,
The Pop Group,
Agitation Free,
Peter and Kerry,
Cybotron,
Section 25,
Interpol,
Yazoo,
LL Cool J,
Gang Gang Dance,
Leonard Cohen,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Altered Images,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Hashim,
Erykah Badu, Erykah Badu, Erykah Badu, Erykah Badu.
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.