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 Denmark and from Glasgow.
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 1965 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Columbus.
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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Rufus Thomas to the electroclash 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 The Neon Judgement. All the underground hits.
All Scan 7 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Carl Craig 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 an oboe and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Wally Richardson,
Gil Scott Heron,
Roxette,
The Angels of Light,
Bluetip,
The Smoke,
The Tremeloes,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Rakim,
David Bowie,
Public Image Ltd.,
Archie Shepp,
Procol Harum,
Scion,
Echospace,
Mars,
The Invisible,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Zapp,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Moebius,
E-Dancer,
The Blackbyrds,
The Stooges,
Ultravox,
Banda Bassotti,
Surgeon,
Accadde A,
The Mighty Diamonds,
New Age Steppers,
Goldenarms,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
New Order,
Morten Harket,
Pharoah Sanders,
Curtis Mayfield,
Can,
Sonic Youth,
Quantec,
Lee Hazlewood,
Urselle,
Liliput,
The Shadows of Knight,
EPMD,
Delta 5,
Terrestrial Tones,
Supertramp,
Technova,
Lou Reed,
Dead Boys,
The Knickerbockers,
Gregory Isaacs,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Judy Mowatt,
Kool Moe Dee,
The United States of America,
KRS-One,
Fluxion, Fluxion, Fluxion, Fluxion.
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.