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 Cambodia and from Bologna.
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 1965 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Halifax.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the rhodes 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 Index to the disco 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 Rhythim Is Rhythim. All the underground hits.
All Pagans tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Television record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Golliwogs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tomorrow,
Cheater Slicks,
K-Klass,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Ituana,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Toasters,
Peter and Kerry,
EPMD,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Ken Boothe,
Ronan,
Simply Red,
Bob Dylan,
Henry Cow,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Sparks,
Soul Sonic Force,
X-102,
The Black Dice,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Arthur Verocai,
Glambeats Corp.,
Lindisfarne,
Darondo,
The Residents,
D'Angelo,
Eric B and Rakim,
Robert Görl,
Fugazi,
The Divine Comedy,
Susan Cadogan,
Nation of Ulysses,
Echospace,
Warren Ellis,
Sound Behaviour,
Prince Buster,
Wolf Eyes,
Cymande,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
F. McDonald,
Unwound,
Donny Hathaway,
Bluetip,
James White and The Blacks,
The Fuzztones,
Zero Boys,
Joey Negro,
Terry Callier,
Warsaw,
Danielle Patucci,
Rapeman,
Nils Olav,
Derrick May,
Drexciya,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Dead C,
The Evens,
Harpers Bizarre,
Patti Smith,
Soulsonic Force,
JFA,
Rosa Yemen, Rosa Yemen, Rosa Yemen, Rosa Yemen.
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.