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 East Timor and from Jakarta.
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 1964 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Radiohead to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Todd Terry. All the underground hits.
All Mission of Burma tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Camouflage record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 chamberlin and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Spoonie Gee record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ultra Naté,
Peter & Gordon,
June Days,
This Heat,
Josef K,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Monolake,
Eric Copeland,
Barrington Levy,
The Pop Group,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Crispy Ambulance,
Angry Samoans,
The Selecter,
Massinfluence,
X-102,
Minnie Riperton,
The Fortunes,
Audionom,
Agent Orange,
Pharoah Sanders,
Mission of Burma,
Faust,
Tom Boy,
Sunsets and Hearts,
AZ,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Alton Ellis,
Lungfish,
Animal Collective,
Smog,
Buzzcocks,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Black Pus,
Reuben Wilson,
UT,
Schoolly D,
Patti Smith,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Fear,
Sarah Menescal,
The Wake,
Sonny Sharrock,
Agitation Free,
the Germs,
The Alarm Clocks,
Minny Pops,
Q65,
Pantytec,
Groovy Waters,
Ultimate Spinach,
Ash Ra Tempel,
F. McDonald,
Malaria!,
Eric B and Rakim,
Section 25,
Procol Harum,
Juan Atkins,
The Toasters,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Gories,
The Modern Lovers,
La Düsseldorf, La Düsseldorf, La Düsseldorf, La Düsseldorf.
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.