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 Malaysia and from Bremen.
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 1960 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the marimba 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 Kas Product to the crunk 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 The Grass Roots. All the underground hits.
All Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Smoke record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Severed Heads,
Byron Stingily,
Terry Callier,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Ken Boothe,
The Trojans,
Swell Maps,
The Slits,
Deadbeat,
Supertramp,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Sight & Sound,
Kevin Saunderson,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Sexual Harrassment,
MC5,
Clear Light,
Magma,
the Soft Cell,
10cc,
Donald Byrd,
Brick,
The Vogues,
Joyce Sims,
Nirvana,
The Mojo Men,
Max Romeo,
Blake Baxter,
Franke,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Blossom Toes,
Simply Red,
The Litter,
Tears for Fears,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Eric Copeland,
Erasure,
Eden Ahbez,
Echospace,
Heaven 17,
Hasil Adkins,
Ossler,
EPMD,
The Dead C,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
E-Dancer,
The Leaves,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Faraquet,
Rites of Spring,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Organ,
Tim Buckley,
Soulsonic Force,
China Crisis,
Electric Prunes,
John Foxx,
Television Personalities,
Henry Cow,
Fort Wilson Riot,
the Sonics, the Sonics, the Sonics, the Sonics.
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.