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 Dominican Republic 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 1969 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Electric Light Orchestra to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Rakim. All the underground hits.
All The Real Kids tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Man Eating Sloth 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ituana record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mission of Burma,
Glenn Branca,
Roy Ayers,
Tropical Tobacco,
LL Cool J,
Barrington Levy,
Moss Icon,
Half Japanese,
Hardrive,
Y Pants,
Public Enemy,
Bootsy Collins,
The Beau Brummels,
The Knickerbockers,
Outsiders,
The Slits,
Marvin Gaye,
Surgeon,
DJ Style,
Prince Buster,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Sparks,
The Motions,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Gil Scott Heron,
Yaz,
Jerry's Kids,
The Last Poets,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Theoretical Girls,
Ponytail,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Groovy Waters,
Grey Daturas,
The Index,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
AZ,
Skarface,
Ronnie Foster,
The Music Machine,
Derrick Morgan,
John Holt,
The Divine Comedy,
Maleditus Sound,
Rufus Thomas,
Blancmange,
Al Stewart,
The Modern Lovers,
Barclay James Harvest,
Dark Day,
X-101,
Deakin,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Seeds,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Litter,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Marine Girls,
Underground Resistance,
Scientists, Scientists, Scientists, Scientists.
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.