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 Spokane.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 clarinet 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 Dawn Penn to the techno 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 the Swans. All the underground hits.
All Black Sheep tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Slick Rick record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and an oboe 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 chamberlin and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Moby Grape,
Negative Approach,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Popol Vuh,
Metal Thangz,
Dawn Penn,
The Fuzztones,
David McCallum,
Barrington Levy,
Tears for Fears,
Brass Construction,
Delta 5,
Don Cherry,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Gastr Del Sol,
JFA,
Robert Hood,
Erykah Badu,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Essential Logic,
Neil Young,
Audionom,
Index,
Fifty Foot Hose,
KRS-One,
Isaac Hayes,
John Cale,
The Skatalites,
Byron Stingily,
Lyres,
ABC,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Mojo Men,
Gichy Dan,
Yazoo,
Toni Rubio,
The Modern Lovers,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Infiniti,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Chris & Cosey,
Dual Sessions,
Terrestrial Tones,
Eric B and Rakim,
Scrapy,
Aswad,
The Count Five,
Bill Wells,
Matthew Halsall,
Radiohead,
Gerry Rafferty,
Cameo,
Crime,
Brick,
Todd Terry,
Rotary Connection,
Jeff Mills,
Nico,
Niagra,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Brothers Johnson, Brothers Johnson, Brothers Johnson, Brothers Johnson.
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.