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 Mozambique and from Shanghai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1963 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Half Japanese to the rap 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 Maurizio. All the underground hits.
All Joe Smooth tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rakim record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Whodini record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Flash Fearless,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Echospace,
The Slackers,
T. Rex,
The Velvet Underground,
Minny Pops,
Harmonia,
Tommy Roe,
Ponytail,
cv313,
Roxy Music,
Crime,
K-Klass,
Monks,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Eric Dolphy,
The Beau Brummels,
Charles Mingus,
Aaron Thompson,
Byron Stingily,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Altered Images,
Throbbing Gristle,
B.T. Express,
Thompson Twins,
Pharoah Sanders,
Amazonics,
Lalo Schifrin,
Joensuu 1685,
Moss Icon,
The Dead C,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
James White and The Blacks,
Accadde A,
Moby Grape,
The Durutti Column,
Pantaleimon,
Arcadia,
The Cure,
Y Pants,
LL Cool J,
The Standells,
U.S. Maple,
OOIOO,
The Misunderstood,
Icehouse,
Motorama,
Country Teasers,
Eli Mardock,
Pole,
Judy Mowatt,
The Moody Blues,
Isaac Hayes,
Shuggie Otis,
Slick Rick,
The Dave Clark Five,
Blake Baxter,
Pagans,
Sonic Youth,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
A Certain Ratio, A Certain Ratio, A Certain Ratio, A Certain Ratio.
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.