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 Ivory Coast and from Tehran.
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 1961 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Kurtis Blow to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 The Searchers. All the underground hits.
All X-101 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Audionom 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Essential Logic record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Quantec,
Bluetip,
Soft Machine,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Five Americans,
Prince Buster,
Crooked Eye,
Bobby Sherman,
Black Bananas,
Nico,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Angels of Light,
Erykah Badu,
Roxy Music,
Magazine,
Jeru the Damaja,
Lalann,
Eric Dolphy,
Bootsy Collins,
New York Dolls,
The Gladiators,
Michelle Simonal,
The Velvet Underground,
Animal Collective,
The Associates,
The Smoke,
Byron Stingily,
The Raincoats,
The Misunderstood,
Thee Headcoats,
Talk Talk,
X-Ray Spex,
James White and The Blacks,
Peter & Gordon,
The Remains,
The Fugs,
Motorama,
Public Enemy,
Scrapy,
Black Flag,
Metal Thangz,
New Order,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Bush Tetras,
Hardrive,
Mantronix,
Lucky Dragons,
Terry Callier,
Echospace,
Mars,
Ponytail,
Stockholm Monsters,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Toni Rubio,
Lungfish,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Last Poets,
Robert Hood,
Wasted Youth,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux, Lizzy Mercier Descloux, Lizzy Mercier Descloux, Lizzy Mercier Descloux.
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.