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 Thailand and from Bologna.
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 1966 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 sitar 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 Slave to the rap 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 Soul Sonic Force. All the underground hits.
All Ralphi Rosario tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every DJ Style record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 a snare and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Intrusion record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
New Age Steppers,
Skarface,
Talk Talk,
Echospace,
Hardrive,
Siglo XX,
David Bowie,
Accadde A,
The Electric Prunes,
Jimmy McGriff,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Terrestrial Tones,
Thee Headcoats,
The Motions,
The Vogues,
Funkadelic,
Swell Maps,
Scott Walker,
Joensuu 1685,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Yusef Lateef,
The Blues Magoos,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Dead C,
Bad Manners,
Robert Wyatt,
Spandau Ballet,
The Count Five,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Bizarre Inc.,
Patti Smith,
Barry Ungar,
LL Cool J,
Gil Scott Heron,
Minny Pops,
Model 500,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Morten Harket,
L. Decosne,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Althea and Donna,
Parry Music,
Ralphi Rosario,
The American Breed,
Swans,
Nils Olav,
Ultra Naté,
The Selecter,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Charles Mingus,
Public Enemy,
Angry Samoans,
The Last Poets,
Zero Boys,
Howard Jones,
Arthur Verocai,
Boogie Down Productions,
Lou Christie,
Sight & Sound,
Freddie Wadling,
Erykah Badu,
The Cure,
Yazoo,
Black Bananas, Black Bananas, Black Bananas, Black Bananas.
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.