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 Cyprus and from Lille.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1968 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Andrew Hill to the jazz kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines. All the underground hits.
All Deakin tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 a theremin and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bootsy Collins record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pharoah Sanders,
The Tremeloes,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Agitation Free,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Soft Machine,
Lou Reed,
Subhumans,
Rapeman,
Silicon Teens,
Lee Hazlewood,
Newcleus,
Liliput,
Absolute Body Control,
Peter and Kerry,
The Shadows of Knight,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Morten Harket,
the Sonics,
Livin' Joy,
Lyres,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Shuggie Otis,
Malaria!,
The Slackers,
The Flesh Eaters,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Massinfluence,
Tomorrow,
Matthew Halsall,
Soft Cell,
The Blues Magoos,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Von Mondo,
Rekid,
Neu!,
John Lydon,
Jawbox,
Minor Threat,
Darondo,
Q65,
The Selecter,
Zapp,
The Electric Prunes,
Piero Umiliani,
Derrick May,
Soulsonic Force,
Skriet,
kango's stein massive,
Slave,
Altered Images,
Ronan,
Rotary Connection,
The United States of America,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Spandau Ballet,
Camouflage,
Vainqueur,
The Slits,
Organ,
Heaven 17,
These Immortal Souls,
Yaz,
Crime, Crime, Crime, Crime.
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.