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 Cameroon and from Delhi.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Shanghai.
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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Litter to the crunk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Rhythim Is Rhythim. All the underground hits.
All Talk Talk tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Frankie Knuckles record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 an organ and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mo-Dettes,
Gong,
Warsaw,
Peter & Gordon,
Tears for Fears,
Crispy Ambulance,
Amon Düül II,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
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The Move,
Ronan,
Jeru the Damaja,
Joey Negro,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Bang On A Can,
Andrew Hill,
Gang Starr,
This Heat,
Mad Mike,
Alphaville,
Pet Shop Boys,
Roy Ayers,
Donny Hathaway,
Chris & Cosey,
The Fortunes,
Siglo XX,
Funky Four + One,
Matthew Halsall,
Drexciya,
the Slits,
Soul Sonic Force,
Josef K,
Index,
Jesper Dahlback,
Chris Corsano,
Tim Buckley,
Jeff Lynne,
D'Angelo,
Flash Fearless,
The Dave Clark Five,
Buzzcocks,
Maurizio,
MDC,
Rod Modell,
Oneida,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Bronski Beat,
Curtis Mayfield,
Soft Cell,
Q65,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Trumans Water,
Max Romeo,
Mandrill,
Quantec,
Pere Ubu,
Sonny Sharrock,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Zero Boys,
Country Teasers,
Junior Murvin,
Deepchord,
Slick Rick, Slick Rick, Slick Rick, Slick Rick.
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.