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 Spain and from Houston.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
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 1961 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 Ronnie Foster to the dance 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 Blancmange. All the underground hits.
All Althea and Donna tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Slackers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Judy Mowatt record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sonic Youth,
The Toasters,
Crooked Eye,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Sound,
Underground Resistance,
Barclay James Harvest,
Dawn Penn,
Harry Pussy,
Icehouse,
The Golliwogs,
Pharoah Sanders,
Barrington Levy,
Excepter,
cv313,
Minny Pops,
Barry Ungar,
Main Source,
Faraquet,
Eli Mardock,
Stereo Dub,
The Motions,
Babytalk,
John Cale,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Bill Wells,
Deakin,
Peter and Kerry,
Section 25,
Graham Central Station,
Silicon Teens,
the Human League,
Ten City,
Cal Tjader,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Aaron Thompson,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Pagans,
Goldenarms,
Nik Kershaw,
Chris Corsano,
Groovy Waters,
Harmonia,
Deadbeat,
The Stooges,
Jawbox,
The Birthday Party,
Scratch Acid,
The Star Department,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Jacob Miller,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Funky Four + One,
Bizarre Inc.,
Roxy Music,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Warren Ellis,
David Bowie,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Misunderstood,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Black Dice, The Black Dice, The Black Dice, The Black Dice.
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.