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 Sweden and from Manila.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Mumbai.
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 1975 at the first Throbbing Gristle practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the marimba 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 The Fuzztones to the funk 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 Altered Images. All the underground hits.
All X-102 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kayak 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Nik Kershaw record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Iggy Pop,
Masters at Work,
Agent Orange,
Depeche Mode,
Simply Red,
Patti Smith,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Anakelly,
Jerry's Kids,
Man Parrish,
Rhythm & Sound,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Anthony Braxton,
Jeff Mills,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Buckinghams,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Toni Rubio,
The Misunderstood,
Moss Icon,
David Axelrod,
New Age Steppers,
Stetsasonic,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Swell Maps,
Stiv Bators,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Eric B and Rakim,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
New York Dolls,
Bobby Byrd,
Crooked Eye,
Cymande,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Barracudas,
Fad Gadget,
The Mummies,
The Index,
Ralphi Rosario,
D'Angelo,
Sun Ra,
Sparks,
The Sonics,
The Raincoats,
Albert Ayler,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Camouflage,
Angry Samoans,
Yaz,
Tres Demented,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Bill Wells,
Los Fastidios,
Slave,
The Remains, The Remains, The Remains, The Remains.
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.