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 Ethiopia and from Cairo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
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 1962 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 sitar 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 New York Dolls to the dance kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 The Black Dice. All the underground hits.
All The Divine Comedy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Severed Heads record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Massinfluence record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Golliwogs,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Fat Boys,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Scientists,
R.M.O.,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Ronan,
Althea and Donna,
The Alarm Clocks,
EPMD,
Rapeman,
Parry Music,
Eric Copeland,
Monks,
Judy Mowatt,
Nick Fraelich,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Sonic Youth,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Ten City,
Angry Samoans,
Au Pairs,
Wings,
Minnie Riperton,
New Order,
Intrusion,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
F. McDonald,
The Cramps,
Terrestrial Tones,
Joyce Sims,
T.S.O.L.,
Hot Snakes,
Gang Starr,
the Normal,
Brand Nubian,
Mission of Burma,
Funkadelic,
Dorothy Ashby,
a-ha,
Throbbing Gristle,
Marcia Griffiths,
Isaac Hayes,
Barclay James Harvest,
Country Teasers,
Carl Craig,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Dark Day,
Nirvana,
Reagan Youth,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Sun City Girls,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Moss Icon,
Anthony Braxton,
The Pop Group,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Camberwell Now,
Supertramp,
Crooked Eye,
World's Most,
Zapp,
The Busters,
Larry & the Blue Notes, Larry & the Blue Notes, Larry & the Blue Notes, Larry & the Blue Notes.
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.