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 Malta and from Glasgow.
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 1960 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 Lafayette Afro Rock Band to the disco 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 Reuben Wilson. All the underground hits.
All Notorious Big And Bone Thugs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nik Kershaw record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 güiro and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a U.S. Maple record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Martian,
Panda Bear,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Camberwell Now,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Aswad,
The Happenings,
David Bowie,
Blossom Toes,
Radio Birdman,
Derrick Morgan,
Rufus Thomas,
Basic Channel,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Make Up,
Eric Dolphy,
Ronnie Foster,
Terrestrial Tones,
Max Romeo,
Cecil Taylor,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Ponytail,
The Fuzztones,
Tomorrow,
8 Eyed Spy,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Little Man,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Bob Dylan,
This Heat,
Das Ding,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Soulsonic Force,
Skaos,
Pharoah Sanders,
Rhythm & Sound,
Warsaw,
Quadrant,
Excepter,
James White and The Blacks,
a-ha,
Carl Craig,
The Mummies,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Henry Cow,
Yaz,
Absolute Body Control,
Crispian St. Peters,
Stiv Bators,
Mary Jane Girls,
Audionom,
Black Sheep,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Doors,
Jesper Dahlback,
the Bar-Kays,
Black Moon,
Yazoo,
Kenny Larkin,
Delon & Dalcan,
Fugazi, Fugazi, Fugazi, Fugazi.
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.