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 India and from Spokane.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron 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 1960 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 The Royal Family And The Poor to the grime kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Freddie Wadling. All the underground hits.
All Anthony Braxton tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every LL Cool J 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Monks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bad Manners,
Bronski Beat,
Lower 48,
Moss Icon,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Average White Band,
Pussy Galore,
Drive Like Jehu,
Dual Sessions,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Au Pairs,
Excepter,
Minnie Riperton,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Throbbing Gristle,
Surgeon,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Quando Quango,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Organ,
T.S.O.L.,
Tubeway Army,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Barclay James Harvest,
Suburban Knight,
Aloha Tigers,
DJ Sneak,
The Searchers,
Black Flag,
Porter Ricks,
Pierre Henry,
the Swans,
Cal Tjader,
Bobby Byrd,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Offenders,
Chris & Cosey,
Eddi Front,
Reagan Youth,
The Five Americans,
Q and Not U,
Underground Resistance,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Bang On A Can,
T. Rex,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Unrelated Segments,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Star Department,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Sex Pistols,
Al Stewart,
Tres Demented,
Technova,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Y Pants,
Barbara Tucker,
Kerrie Biddell,
Gang of Four,
Pantytec,
Whodini, Whodini, Whodini, Whodini.
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.