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 Tonga and from Madrid.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Throbbing Gristle 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 1966 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Carl Craig to the rock 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 Carl Craig. All the underground hits.
All Youth Brigade tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Royal Family And The Poor 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 synthesizer and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Donny Hathaway record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Amazonics,
The Sisters of Mercy,
EPMD,
China Crisis,
Kas Product,
These Immortal Souls,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Fugazi,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Matthew Bourne,
Sound Behaviour,
Scratch Acid,
Maleditus Sound,
Slick Rick,
Roxy Music,
The Monks,
Maurizio,
The Pretty Things,
Marshall Jefferson,
Darondo,
Radio Birdman,
Delta 5,
Von Mondo,
Urselle,
Harry Pussy,
June of 44,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Nik Kershaw,
Organ,
Soulsonic Force,
Alison Limerick,
The Moody Blues,
Althea and Donna,
Pole,
Lower 48,
Danielle Patucci,
Audionom,
Lalann,
Judy Mowatt,
Pagans,
Ultimate Spinach,
UT,
Eric B and Rakim,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Infiniti,
DJ Sneak,
New York Dolls,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Flamin' Groovies,
Japan,
CMW,
Pet Shop Boys,
Desert Stars,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Pantytec,
Aswad,
David Axelrod,
Susan Cadogan,
The Zeros,
The Wake,
Can, Can, Can, Can.
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.