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 Guinea and from Glasgow.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 sitar 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 Soul II Soul to the rap kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Magma. All the underground hits.
All Crash Course in Science tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Khruangbin 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Babytalk record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Ten City,
Matthew Halsall,
Sam Rivers,
The Dave Clark Five,
Bill Near,
The Evens,
The Remains,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Man Eating Sloth,
Talk Talk,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Smog,
Mr. Review,
Marvin Gaye,
Hardrive,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Kurtis Blow,
Harmonia,
Popol Vuh,
H. Thieme,
ABBA,
The Misunderstood,
Y Pants,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Standells,
Eric Dolphy,
Al Stewart,
Michelle Simonal,
The Saints,
Cybotron,
the Germs,
The Gun Club,
Scratch Acid,
Stockholm Monsters,
Mars,
Supertramp,
Dorothy Ashby,
Hasil Adkins,
Stetsasonic,
Ultravox,
Arthur Verocai,
The Sound,
Susan Cadogan,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Offenders,
The Vogues,
8 Eyed Spy,
Charles Mingus,
The Five Americans,
Monks,
Black Moon,
MDC,
T. Rex,
Anakelly,
Japan,
Pharoah Sanders,
Marshall Jefferson,
Franke,
Dark Day,
The Dirtbombs,
The Fugs,
Pere Ubu, Pere Ubu, Pere Ubu, Pere Ubu.
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.