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 Fiji and from Houston.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Delhi.
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 1975 at the first Throbbing Gristle practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 The Grass Roots to the rap kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Scientists. All the underground hits.
All Goldenarms tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Fall record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 rhodes and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a 48th St. Collective record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Funky Four + One,
Moebius,
The Move,
Marmalade,
Q65,
The Standells,
The Black Dice,
Frankie Knuckles,
Easy Going,
Jacob Miller,
X-102,
Outsiders,
ABC,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Juan Atkins,
Gregory Isaacs,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Max Romeo,
Infiniti,
The Sonics,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Dave Clark Five,
Andrew Hill,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Henry Cow,
Black Sheep,
Desert Stars,
Can,
Rapeman,
Colin Newman,
Eddi Front,
The Angels of Light,
Kerri Chandler,
Peter and Kerry,
Ultra Naté,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Donny Hathaway,
the Slits,
Mark Hollis,
Schoolly D,
Vladislav Delay,
The Fire Engines,
Don Cherry,
The Searchers,
The Fugs,
Neu!,
The Names,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Bill Wells,
Brand Nubian,
Lower 48,
The Seeds,
Symarip,
Kool Moe Dee,
Lightning Bolt,
Black Moon,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Byron Stingily,
Ralphi Rosario,
Von Mondo, Von Mondo, Von Mondo, Von Mondo.
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.