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 Moldova and from Toronto.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Throbbing Gristle 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 1960 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Beijing.
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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Sun Ra Arkestra to the techno kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Normal. All the underground hits.
All Lou Reed & Metallica tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pylon record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Anakelly record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Skarface,
Soulsonic Force,
Terry Callier,
Adolescents,
the Human League,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Minnie Riperton,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Johnny Clarke,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Angry Samoans,
Wire,
The Raincoats,
The Neon Judgement,
Warsaw,
Radiopuhelimet,
Joy Division,
Blossom Toes,
Black Bananas,
John Holt,
Bobby Womack,
Big Daddy Kane,
Bobby Byrd,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Nils Olav,
Flamin' Groovies,
Harmonia,
Boz Scaggs,
Desert Stars,
Man Eating Sloth,
Chrome,
Metal Thangz,
Godley & Creme,
Television,
The Gun Club,
Grey Daturas,
Surgeon,
Ultra Naté,
The Smiths,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Kas Product,
Basic Channel,
Brand Nubian,
Ronnie Foster,
Pylon,
Public Enemy,
Johnny Osbourne,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Tommy Roe,
The Beau Brummels,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Tropical Tobacco,
Amon Düül,
Flipper,
Icehouse,
Leonard Cohen,
Don Cherry,
LL Cool J,
Echospace, Echospace, Echospace, Echospace.
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.