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 Lebanon and from Milan.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 Lille and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Eli Mardock to the rap kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Rekid. All the underground hits.
All The Young Rascals tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jimmy McGriff 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bootsy's Rubber Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Absolute Body Control,
Mr. Review,
The Saints,
Camouflage,
Todd Terry,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Sandy B,
Godley & Creme,
Bang On A Can,
The New Christs,
The Gladiators,
Prince Buster,
Electric Prunes,
Maleditus Sound,
Yazoo,
Erasure,
Royal Trux,
Depeche Mode,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Easy Going,
Index,
Faust,
the Slits,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Dead C,
Kas Product,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Neil Young,
Magma,
Jimmy McGriff,
Banda Bassotti,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Vogues,
Scott Walker,
Terrestrial Tones,
Mandrill,
The Real Kids,
Bluetip,
The Moleskins,
Al Stewart,
Guru Guru,
Franke,
The Doors,
Accadde A,
Tim Buckley,
Porter Ricks,
Aswad,
Barry Ungar,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Infiniti,
Drexciya,
Public Enemy,
Albert Ayler,
Gong,
Deepchord,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Mojo Men,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
A Certain Ratio, A Certain Ratio, A Certain Ratio, A Certain Ratio.
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.