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 France and from Milan.
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 1969 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
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 Knickerbockers to the disco 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 Leonard Cohen. All the underground hits.
All Jacques Brel tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Andrew Hill 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jeff Mills record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Moby Grape,
Eric Copeland,
Al Stewart,
Vainqueur,
Ossler,
Excepter,
Darondo,
AZ,
Lee Hazlewood,
Sex Pistols,
Stiv Bators,
Joey Negro,
Unrelated Segments,
Cal Tjader,
Minnie Riperton,
Soul Sonic Force,
This Heat,
Lalann,
EPMD,
Radiohead,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Radio Birdman,
Brothers Johnson,
Parry Music,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Sound Behaviour,
Donald Byrd,
The Human League,
Dennis Brown,
June of 44,
Rekid,
Lightning Bolt,
Unwound,
Prince Buster,
Tropical Tobacco,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Funkadelic,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Pagans,
L. Decosne,
Mark Hollis,
Todd Rundgren,
The Searchers,
Scientists,
The Alarm Clocks,
Nation of Ulysses,
UT,
Inner City,
Maleditus Sound,
Aswad,
The Saints,
The Durutti Column,
Siglo XX,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Associates,
The Pretty Things,
Ronan,
Cameo,
Blake Baxter,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Bad Manners,
Harpers Bizarre,
Pierre Henry, Pierre Henry, Pierre Henry, Pierre Henry.
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.