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 Ireland and from Accra.
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 1965 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the synthesizer 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 Minnie Riperton 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 Banda Bassotti. All the underground hits.
All Faust tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ice-T record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Buzzcocks,
Black Moon,
The Flesh Eaters,
Bizarre Inc.,
Juan Atkins,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Scan 7,
Tropical Tobacco,
Grauzone,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Slave,
Michelle Simonal,
Stiv Bators,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Associates,
The Residents,
Duran Duran,
Jandek,
Public Image Ltd.,
Masters at Work,
Essential Logic,
Aswad,
Metal Thangz,
Suburban Knight,
Wasted Youth,
Motorama,
China Crisis,
Deepchord,
Toni Rubio,
Rufus Thomas,
Davy DMX,
The Human League,
The Tremeloes,
Maurizio,
The Slits,
Throbbing Gristle,
Dennis Brown,
Neu!,
Sixth Finger,
The Mummies,
Carl Craig,
One Last Wish,
Urselle,
Amazonics,
Mr. Review,
The Remains,
Japan,
Junior Murvin,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Skatalites,
Ronan,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Skarface,
Tim Buckley,
The Smoke,
Animal Collective,
the Bar-Kays,
The Evens,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Agitation Free, Agitation Free, Agitation Free, Agitation Free.
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.