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 Mauritius and from Taipei.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 Mexico City and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 organ 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 Rhythm & Sound to the dance kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Suicide. All the underground hits.
All Glenn Branca tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Visage 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cymande record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Shuggie Otis,
Ronan,
Josef K,
Isaac Hayes,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Cluster,
X-Ray Spex,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Red Krayola,
Kerrie Biddell,
Television,
Lower 48,
Clear Light,
Stockholm Monsters,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Barry Ungar,
The Index,
The Slits,
Radio Birdman,
Morten Harket,
Warren Ellis,
The Offenders,
Metal Thangz,
Avey Tare,
The Divine Comedy,
Tomorrow,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Parry Music,
Deadbeat,
Slick Rick,
Symarip,
Johnny Clarke,
8 Eyed Spy,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Lucky Dragons,
Judy Mowatt,
The Black Dice,
Aswad,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Roger Hodgson,
The Gun Club,
the Bar-Kays,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Associates,
Negative Approach,
Jawbox,
The Searchers,
Graham Central Station,
Cymande,
Terry Callier,
David Axelrod,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Hot Snakes,
F. McDonald,
Flash Fearless,
World's Most,
JFA, JFA, JFA, JFA.
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.