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 Uganda and from Hong Kong.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Trumans Water to the crunk 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 Sly & The Family Stone. All the underground hits.
All Sound Behaviour tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Red Krayola record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Mad Mike record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Divine Comedy,
The Dave Clark Five,
X-102,
Intrusion,
Arthur Verocai,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Q and Not U,
Angry Samoans,
R.M.O.,
Panda Bear,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Dark Day,
Roxy Music,
Fela Kuti,
Kurtis Blow,
Reuben Wilson,
Animal Collective,
Archie Shepp,
Ohio Players,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Sonics,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Godley & Creme,
Rekid,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Blackbyrds,
The Pop Group,
Marmalade,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The J.B.'s,
the Fania All-Stars,
Crooked Eye,
Susan Cadogan,
Monks,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Mojo Men,
The Trojans,
Rakim,
Ornette Coleman,
Gichy Dan,
Funkadelic,
Tubeway Army,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
DJ Style,
kango's stein massive,
Joe Smooth,
Marshall Jefferson,
Joey Negro,
Brothers Johnson,
Dave Gahan,
The Moleskins,
Alphaville,
Surgeon,
Duran Duran,
Jesper Dahlback,
Barbara Tucker,
The Fugs,
Nick Fraelich,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Dead C,
Leonard Cohen,
The Slits, The Slits, The Slits, The Slits.
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.