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 Azerbaijan and from Cairo.
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 1967 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 1971 at the first Big Star practice in a loft in Memphis.
I was working on the harpsichord 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 Rites of Spring to the crunk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Ralphi Rosario. All the underground hits.
All PIL tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Selecter 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ronnie Foster record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Simply Red,
Deakin,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
B.T. Express,
Grey Daturas,
Jesper Dahlback,
Heaven 17,
Ossler,
Nas,
Cluster,
T.S.O.L.,
Crash Course in Science,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Crooked Eye,
Bobby Sherman,
48th St. Collective,
Erasure,
Byron Stingily,
Theoretical Girls,
Kaleidoscope,
Crispy Ambulance,
Crispian St. Peters,
Terry Callier,
Juan Atkins,
Pharoah Sanders,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
DJ Style,
Electric Prunes,
Smog,
Trumans Water,
Jeff Lynne,
The Martian,
Ornette Coleman,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Nation of Ulysses,
Johnny Clarke,
Marc Almond,
Sight & Sound,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Darondo,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Malaria!,
Iggy Pop,
Johnny Osbourne,
Jeru the Damaja,
the Swans,
Agent Orange,
The Gladiators,
Minnie Riperton,
The Moody Blues,
David Bowie,
Eve St. Jones,
Sam Rivers,
Soul Sonic Force,
X-101,
Depeche Mode,
Black Pus,
Joy Division,
Eddi Front,
Freddie Wadling,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Fire Engines, The Fire Engines, The Fire Engines, The Fire Engines.
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.