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 Liechtenstein and from Seoul.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 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 Kool G Rap & DJ Polo to the jazz 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 Crispian St. Peters. All the underground hits.
All Boz Scaggs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every KRS-One record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Warren Ellis record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dennis Brown,
Y Pants,
Crash Course in Science,
Blake Baxter,
David Axelrod,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Wally Richardson,
X-102,
The Pop Group,
Bobby Byrd,
Kayak,
Qualms,
Pagans,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Delon & Dalcan,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Marc Almond,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Main Source,
Cheater Slicks,
Japan,
Pet Shop Boys,
Circle Jerks,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Josef K,
Little Man,
KRS-One,
Soul II Soul,
Nils Olav,
UT,
Gerry Rafferty,
Wire,
The Velvet Underground,
MDC,
Guru Guru,
AZ,
Altered Images,
Marvin Gaye,
Bizarre Inc.,
Gang of Four,
Robert Görl,
ABC,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Monks,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Standells,
Sound Behaviour,
Visage,
Minor Threat,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Jandek,
Hasil Adkins,
The Searchers,
Brand Nubian,
Pole,
Shuggie Otis,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Traffic Nightmare,
Don Cherry, Don Cherry, Don Cherry, Don Cherry.
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.