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 Korea North and from Johannesburg.
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 1961 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 1971 at the first Selda practice in a loft in Istanbul.
I was working on the harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Pop Group to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks. All the underground hits.
All Aural Exciters tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eve St. Jones record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
John Lydon,
Pet Shop Boys,
Deepchord,
The Fortunes,
The Neon Judgement,
The Mummies,
Sugar Minott,
Pierre Henry,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Eve St. Jones,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
ABBA,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Scott Walker,
Cal Tjader,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Siglo XX,
X-102,
Sex Pistols,
ABC,
Television Personalities,
Black Pus,
T. Rex,
Procol Harum,
Metal Thangz,
Nik Kershaw,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Monochrome Set,
Groovy Waters,
Lee Hazlewood,
Spandau Ballet,
Animal Collective,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Golliwogs,
the Bar-Kays,
Young Marble Giants,
The Modern Lovers,
Yazoo,
B.T. Express,
Nirvana,
The Star Department,
Piero Umiliani,
Delon & Dalcan,
Niagra,
The Residents,
Alice Coltrane,
The Kinks,
Barclay James Harvest,
Public Enemy,
The Moleskins,
The Saints,
Roy Ayers,
The Gap Band,
Porter Ricks,
Bang On A Can,
The Grass Roots,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Tomorrow,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Cecil Taylor,
The Names,
Zero Boys, Zero Boys, Zero Boys, Zero Boys.
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.