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 Papua New Guinea and from Tehran.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1961 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 sitar 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 Kango’s Stein Massive to the grime kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 The Invisible. All the underground hits.
All Nation of Ulysses tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Audionom 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cheater Slicks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Max Romeo,
The Invisible,
10cc,
Big Daddy Kane,
D'Angelo,
Arthur Verocai,
Skarface,
the Soft Cell,
Monks,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Vogues,
The Red Krayola,
Arcadia,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Modern Lovers,
Kerrie Biddell,
FM Einheit,
Gregory Isaacs,
Joyce Sims,
Newcleus,
The Walker Brothers,
Ossler,
New Order,
The Slits,
Q65,
Piero Umiliani,
Excepter,
John Coltrane,
Au Pairs,
Gang Green,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Barry Ungar,
Lightning Bolt,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Radiopuhelimet,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Minutemen,
Eric B and Rakim,
Funky Four + One,
Black Flag,
The Dave Clark Five,
Sexual Harrassment,
Mark Hollis,
The Fire Engines,
Pagans,
The Mummies,
Sun City Girls,
AZ,
Vladislav Delay,
Junior Murvin,
Skriet,
Joe Smooth,
The Martian,
Godley & Creme,
The New Christs,
Rapeman,
The Dirtbombs,
The Gap Band,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon, Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon, Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon, Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon.
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.