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 Madagascar and from Madrid.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South 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 1969 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 Bobby Hutcherson to the dance 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 Isaac Hayes. All the underground hits.
All Brick tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every U.S. Maple record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 marimba and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Dave Clark Five record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Symarip,
Alton Ellis,
The Vogues,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Index,
Ornette Coleman,
The Seeds,
Pere Ubu,
Moss Icon,
The Blackbyrds,
Chris Corsano,
The Litter,
Skaos,
Bill Wells,
Slick Rick,
The Searchers,
Magazine,
Deadbeat,
Rakim,
Flash Fearless,
Skriet,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Slackers,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Birthday Party,
Maleditus Sound,
Hasil Adkins,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Minor Threat,
Average White Band,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
John Coltrane,
Hot Snakes,
Malaria!,
Talk Talk,
Nas,
The Slits,
Scrapy,
Terrestrial Tones,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Gang Green,
The Knickerbockers,
T. Rex,
Jesper Dahlback,
Yazoo,
Boogie Down Productions,
Neu!,
Girls At Our Best!,
June Days,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Josef K,
L. Decosne,
Curtis Mayfield,
Big Daddy Kane,
Qualms,
John Lydon,
Iggy Pop,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Selecter,
The Dead C,
The Stooges,
Anakelly, Anakelly, Anakelly, Anakelly.
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.