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 Suriname and from London.
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 1964 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 Big Star practice in a loft in Memphis.
I was working on the organ 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 Fortunes to the rap kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Rufus Thomas. All the underground hits.
All Traffic Nightmare tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Y Pants record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 snare and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Roy Ayers Ubiquity record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Byron Stingily,
Dave Gahan,
Lightning Bolt,
Terrestrial Tones,
Pole,
Nik Kershaw,
Rod Modell,
The Litter,
Anakelly,
DJ Sneak,
Man Eating Sloth,
Peter and Kerry,
Quadrant,
Von Mondo,
Unrelated Segments,
Buzzcocks,
Letta Mbulu,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Neon Judgement,
Lakeside,
Black Bananas,
Fugazi,
Eve St. Jones,
Wire,
Procol Harum,
Sandy B,
Mars,
Suburban Knight,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Golliwogs,
EPMD,
Tears for Fears,
Patti Smith,
Robert Hood,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Skaos,
Scion,
Smog,
The Martian,
The Walker Brothers,
Hashim,
Crispian St. Peters,
Audionom,
Sugar Minott,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Television,
X-102,
The Real Kids,
The Angels of Light,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Flash Fearless,
Swans,
Popol Vuh,
Matthew Halsall,
Roger Hodgson,
Boz Scaggs,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Leonard Cohen,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Funkadelic, Funkadelic, Funkadelic, Funkadelic.
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.