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 St Kitts & Nevis and from Tehran.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 spring reverb 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 Harry Pussy to the dance 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 The Gap Band. All the underground hits.
All Minnie Riperton tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Monks 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Danielle Patucci,
Neil Young,
The Residents,
Black Sheep,
Fluxion,
Idris Muhammad,
Reuben Wilson,
Byron Stingily,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Angels of Light,
Fatback Band,
Swell Maps,
Adolescents,
The New Christs,
Jacques Brel,
Scientists,
The Music Machine,
Unwound,
The Gap Band,
Alice Coltrane,
Yusef Lateef,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Raincoats,
Todd Rundgren,
F. McDonald,
Quadrant,
Avey Tare,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Little Man,
Hasil Adkins,
Spandau Ballet,
Black Moon,
Inner City,
the Soft Cell,
Joensuu 1685,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Brothers Johnson,
Cal Tjader,
Minnie Riperton,
the Swans,
The Saints,
Public Enemy,
Amon Düül II,
Nico,
Soul Sonic Force,
Cymande,
Donald Byrd,
Soulsonic Force,
Dave Gahan,
Swans,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Charles Mingus,
Robert Hood,
Archie Shepp,
Dawn Penn,
Susan Cadogan,
Ultravox,
Tommy Roe,
Crash Course in Science,
The Moody Blues,
Dark Day,
Tom Boy,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Rotary Connection, Rotary Connection, Rotary Connection, Rotary Connection.
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.