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 Iceland and from Houston.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon to the grime kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Liaisons Dangereuses. All the underground hits.
All Television Personalities tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every James Chance & The Contortions 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Al Stewart record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Adolescents,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Jesper Dahlback,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Seeds,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Fugs,
Robert Wyatt,
Carl Craig,
Erasure,
Blake Baxter,
Darondo,
The Dead C,
Jeff Mills,
Dark Day,
Drexciya,
The Sonics,
Eden Ahbez,
Terrestrial Tones,
Public Image Ltd.,
Kayak,
The Index,
Sarah Menescal,
Prince Buster,
Bill Near,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Pierre Henry,
Lalo Schifrin,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Judy Mowatt,
The Neon Judgement,
The Pop Group,
Cymande,
The Stooges,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Organ,
Silicon Teens,
Con Funk Shun,
Wire,
ABBA,
8 Eyed Spy,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Zero Boys,
Gang of Four,
Patti Smith,
Eurythmics,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Goldenarms,
Supertramp,
KRS-One,
Lyres,
The Invisible,
The Fuzztones,
Spandau Ballet,
Cal Tjader,
Gichy Dan,
June of 44,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Wake,
Ultra Naté,
Colin Newman,
T.S.O.L., T.S.O.L., T.S.O.L., T.S.O.L..
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.