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 Burundi and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in 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 1967 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 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 Danielle Patucci to the grunge kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Absolute Body Control. All the underground hits.
All Ronnie Foster tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jimmy McGriff 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Oppenheimer Analysis record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pantytec,
Pantaleimon,
X-102,
Basic Channel,
Negative Approach,
Duran Duran,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Black Dice,
The Cramps,
Soul Sonic Force,
Saccharine Trust,
The Offenders,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Tubeway Army,
Joey Negro,
Grey Daturas,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Mummies,
China Crisis,
Goldenarms,
Faust,
Todd Rundgren,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Knickerbockers,
Lightning Bolt,
James White and The Blacks,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Junior Murvin,
Dennis Brown,
Joe Finger,
Fat Boys,
Roy Ayers,
Inner City,
Lee Hazlewood,
Brothers Johnson,
U.S. Maple,
Q and Not U,
Nick Fraelich,
The Litter,
Moebius,
10cc,
Procol Harum,
Drive Like Jehu,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Eric B and Rakim,
Jeff Mills,
The Walker Brothers,
Das Ding,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Chris Corsano,
Yusef Lateef,
Iggy Pop,
Con Funk Shun,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
the Germs,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Fad Gadget,
Soft Machine,
Davy DMX,
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.