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 Canada and from Mumbai.
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 1966 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 The Gap Band to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell. All the underground hits.
All Pantytec tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every EPMD record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Robert Hood record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bobby Byrd,
Sexual Harrassment,
Crispy Ambulance,
Deadbeat,
Black Pus,
Gang Gang Dance,
Trumans Water,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Section 25,
Kerrie Biddell,
Bob Dylan,
Moby Grape,
The Beau Brummels,
EPMD,
Maleditus Sound,
John Cale,
Chris & Cosey,
Scrapy,
Vainqueur,
Black Moon,
Wolf Eyes,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Essential Logic,
Siglo XX,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
UT,
Angry Samoans,
Colin Newman,
The Monks,
The Cramps,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Sällskapet,
PIL,
Black Sheep,
Harmonia,
Sam Rivers,
Rhythm & Sound,
Andrew Hill,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
D'Angelo,
Franke,
Bad Manners,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Archie Shepp,
The Invisible,
The American Breed,
Ken Boothe,
Quando Quango,
One Last Wish,
The Pretty Things,
Depeche Mode,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Tubeway Army,
The Red Krayola,
Porter Ricks,
Ultravox,
Sister Nancy,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Junior Murvin,
Eden Ahbez,
Frankie Knuckles,
Malaria!,
Marcia Griffiths,
Glambeats Corp., Glambeats Corp., Glambeats Corp., Glambeats Corp..
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.