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 Spain and from Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1962 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Don Cherry to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Arab on Radar. All the underground hits.
All Lakeside tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Barrington Levy 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 arpeggiator and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Slits record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Maurizio,
Ludus,
Ken Boothe,
Public Enemy,
Davy DMX,
Tubeway Army,
Radiopuhelimet,
T. Rex,
Erykah Badu,
The Standells,
The Human League,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Skriet,
Judy Mowatt,
Echospace,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
David McCallum,
Flipper,
The Alarm Clocks,
Icehouse,
Robert Görl,
Soul II Soul,
Toni Rubio,
Chris Corsano,
Clear Light,
World's Most,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Minny Pops,
New Order,
Slick Rick,
Eve St. Jones,
Scrapy,
Intrusion,
Minutemen,
Audionom,
Main Source,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Shuggie Otis,
Derrick Morgan,
The Beau Brummels,
Traffic Nightmare,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Raincoats,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
These Immortal Souls,
Brothers Johnson,
Connie Case,
Electric Prunes,
Pole,
Charles Mingus,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Gerry Rafferty,
Motorama,
Zero Boys,
Marmalade,
Little Man,
Aswad, Aswad, Aswad, Aswad.
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.