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 Afghanistan and from Portland.
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 1965 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 chamberlin 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 Royal Family And The Poor to the funk 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 Pantaleimon. All the underground hits.
All Slick Rick tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sugar Minott 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Raincoats record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Fall,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Fad Gadget,
The Evens,
The Gap Band,
Sonny Sharrock,
Flamin' Groovies,
Fear,
Lucky Dragons,
Excepter,
Zapp,
Eric Copeland,
Sex Pistols,
Lightning Bolt,
Boredoms,
Von Mondo,
kango's stein massive,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Shuggie Otis,
Eric B and Rakim,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
David Axelrod,
Boz Scaggs,
The Cowsills,
Althea and Donna,
Prince Buster,
Brothers Johnson,
New York Dolls,
Arcadia,
A Certain Ratio,
Colin Newman,
Joyce Sims,
The Associates,
The Music Machine,
Rapeman,
The Standells,
Pantaleimon,
Can,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Deepchord,
Alice Coltrane,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
the Soft Cell,
Main Source,
Faraquet,
The Fire Engines,
Avey Tare,
The Doors,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Mark Hollis,
Electric Prunes,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Letta Mbulu,
The Last Poets,
Rites of Spring,
Procol Harum,
David Bowie,
Sexual Harrassment,
Gang Starr,
Wolf Eyes,
The Remains,
Roxy Music,
Newcleus, Newcleus, Newcleus, Newcleus.
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.