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 Bangladesh and from Accra.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1961 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Lindisfarne to the disco 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 Fifty Foot Hose. All the underground hits.
All Rakim tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Wake 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 chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Main Source record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pere Ubu,
Terrestrial Tones,
Niagra,
Lyres,
Panda Bear,
Vladislav Delay,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Josef K,
The Happenings,
Mo-Dettes,
Donald Byrd,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Maleditus Sound,
Peter and Kerry,
Pantaleimon,
Lakeside,
Tommy Roe,
Bad Manners,
Magma,
Althea and Donna,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Todd Terry,
Stiv Bators,
Bootsy Collins,
Dennis Brown,
The Star Department,
John Holt,
Drive Like Jehu,
Judy Mowatt,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Johnny Osbourne,
Roger Hodgson,
Bobby Womack,
Absolute Body Control,
The Kinks,
John Foxx,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Dead C,
Khruangbin,
Alison Limerick,
The Vogues,
Scientists,
Ken Boothe,
PIL,
L. Decosne,
The Electric Prunes,
Aswad,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Quadrant,
Freddie Wadling,
Loose Ends,
The Music Machine,
kango's stein massive,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Scratch Acid,
the Association,
Minnie Riperton,
Lalo Schifrin,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Scrapy,
Girls At Our Best!, Girls At Our Best!, Girls At Our Best!, Girls At Our Best!.
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.