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 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 1960 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 Joensuu 1685 to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 K-Klass. All the underground hits.
All Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Slackers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 sitar and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Brothers Johnson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Basic Channel,
Stereo Dub,
Rapeman,
Technova,
Reuben Wilson,
Johnny Clarke,
Nico,
Cecil Taylor,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Masters at Work,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Davy DMX,
A Certain Ratio,
Scientists,
The American Breed,
The Move,
World's Most,
Yellowson,
Minutemen,
EPMD,
Sun City Girls,
Jerry's Kids,
James White and The Blacks,
These Immortal Souls,
The Star Department,
Minor Threat,
Fugazi,
Wings,
Agent Orange,
Faraquet,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Mantronix,
Schoolly D,
Lightning Bolt,
the Germs,
Man Eating Sloth,
Peter and Kerry,
Magazine,
Eyeless In Gaza,
LL Cool J,
Wire,
The Modern Lovers,
Tres Demented,
the Bar-Kays,
Rekid,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Massinfluence,
The Smoke,
Howard Jones,
Cybotron,
Essential Logic,
Chrome,
Ultra Naté,
Simply Red,
Qualms,
DJ Sneak,
Ituana,
Urselle,
CMW,
Ken Boothe,
DNA,
Lower 48, Lower 48, Lower 48, Lower 48.
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.