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 Jordan and from New York.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1964 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the arpeggiator 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 Throbbing Gristle to the crunk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Lou Christie. All the underground hits.
All Eyeless In Gaza tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kevin Saunderson record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Mighty Diamonds record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Niagra,
Eli Mardock,
Barbara Tucker,
Magazine,
Sonny Sharrock,
Public Image Ltd.,
Guru Guru,
Bill Wells,
Nils Olav,
Basic Channel,
Fugazi,
China Crisis,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Throbbing Gristle,
DNA,
The Raincoats,
OOIOO,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Faraquet,
Thompson Twins,
Robert Wyatt,
Anthony Braxton,
Reuben Wilson,
Black Moon,
Fear,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Gladiators,
Crispian St. Peters,
Siglo XX,
Fad Gadget,
Ten City,
Quando Quango,
Con Funk Shun,
Wasted Youth,
Rekid,
Flash Fearless,
Delta 5,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Country Teasers,
Pantytec,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Rufus Thomas,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Sarah Menescal,
Hashim,
the Fania All-Stars,
Trumans Water,
The Evens,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Rakim,
Skaos,
Eddi Front,
Skriet,
FM Einheit,
Oblivians,
Dead Boys,
Slave,
The Busters,
Banda Bassotti,
The Pop Group,
Ohio Players, Ohio Players, Ohio Players, Ohio Players.
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.