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 Macedonia and from Beijing.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1962 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 marimba 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 Yellowson to the dance 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 Joe Smooth. All the underground hits.
All Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lou Reed & John Cale record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Reagan Youth record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Minnie Riperton,
DJ Style,
Malaria!,
The Seeds,
Shoche,
Talk Talk,
Ituana,
The Blackbyrds,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Prince Buster,
Rod Modell,
Spandau Ballet,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Terry Callier,
the Sonics,
Thompson Twins,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Music Machine,
Bill Near,
Zapp,
Altered Images,
The Selecter,
Underground Resistance,
Popol Vuh,
Index,
Ponytail,
The Slits,
Erykah Badu,
Danielle Patucci,
Fat Boys,
Faust,
Jeru the Damaja,
Gang Green,
The United States of America,
The Fuzztones,
The Index,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Velvet Underground,
Drexciya,
Quantec,
The Red Krayola,
Saccharine Trust,
The Flesh Eaters,
Inner City,
The Evens,
Robert Hood,
Chris & Cosey,
Public Enemy,
The Toasters,
The Doobie Brothers,
David Axelrod,
Drive Like Jehu,
Hashim,
Amazonics,
The Misunderstood,
The Fall,
Ludus,
Bizarre Inc.,
Black Sheep,
The Blues Magoos, The Blues Magoos, The Blues Magoos, The Blues Magoos.
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.