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 Libya and from Cairo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia 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 1963 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 güiro 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 OOIOO to the techno 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 Shuggie Otis. All the underground hits.
All Pierre Henry tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Peter & Gordon record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Popol Vuh record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Fugs,
Malaria!,
Magma,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Kenny Larkin,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Real Kids,
The Stooges,
Al Stewart,
Bang On A Can,
New Age Steppers,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Lucky Dragons,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Toasters,
Kayak,
Juan Atkins,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Alison Limerick,
Ossler,
Au Pairs,
The Fuzztones,
Theoretical Girls,
John Cale,
Bad Manners,
Girls At Our Best!,
Magazine,
The Doors,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Electric Prunes,
the Sonics,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Warren Ellis,
A Certain Ratio,
Eddi Front,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Searchers,
The Pop Group,
Urselle,
Donny Hathaway,
DNA,
Severed Heads,
Agent Orange,
Anakelly,
Con Funk Shun,
Minnie Riperton,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Fugazi,
kango's stein massive,
The Trojans,
Sam Rivers,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Jeff Mills,
Slick Rick,
Dennis Brown,
Warsaw,
Monolake,
Aaron Thompson,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Divine Comedy,
Colin Newman, Colin Newman, Colin Newman, Colin Newman.
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.