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 Croatia and from Mumbai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South London.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Portland.
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 sitar 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 Scientists to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Kas Product. All the underground hits.
All Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Radio Birdman record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Underground Resistance record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Flipper,
The Zeros,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Spoonie Gee,
Altered Images,
Cheater Slicks,
Procol Harum,
Scientists,
The Pop Group,
Ohio Players,
The Blues Magoos,
Joy Division,
Lebanon Hanover,
Mad Mike,
Grey Daturas,
F. McDonald,
Graham Central Station,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Lee Hazlewood,
Big Daddy Kane,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Malaria!,
The Invisible,
Das Ding,
R.M.O.,
Quantec,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Ludus,
Gregory Isaacs,
Freddie Wadling,
Ossler,
Bang On A Can,
Technova,
Angry Samoans,
Donald Byrd,
Susan Cadogan,
E-Dancer,
The New Christs,
The Offenders,
Rufus Thomas,
MC5,
Niagra,
The Evens,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Cowsills,
H. Thieme,
Cluster,
Alton Ellis,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
New Order,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Todd Rundgren,
the Sonics,
Wire,
Anthony Braxton,
The Durutti Column,
cv313,
Robert Görl,
Crispian St. Peters,
Masters at Work,
a-ha,
Letta Mbulu,
Glambeats Corp.,
Lalann,
Animal Collective, Animal Collective, Animal Collective, Animal Collective.
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.