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 Brazil and from Houston.
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 1961 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 Donald Fagen 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 Ornette Coleman to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Aaron Thompson. All the underground hits.
All Stetsasonic tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Pop Group 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Seeds,
Dennis Brown,
The Searchers,
Camberwell Now,
Man Parrish,
The Monochrome Set,
Tom Boy,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Freddie Wadling,
Basic Channel,
Livin' Joy,
Danielle Patucci,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Fat Boys,
Trumans Water,
Anakelly,
The Saints,
Lakeside,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Judy Mowatt,
Cal Tjader,
The Birthday Party,
Boz Scaggs,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Quadrant,
Aural Exciters,
Juan Atkins,
Quantec,
Morten Harket,
Siglo XX,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Henry Cow,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Slave,
The Motions,
Josef K,
Ultimate Spinach,
DJ Sneak,
Funky Four + One,
Metal Thangz,
Sex Pistols,
Dawn Penn,
Arthur Verocai,
Rotary Connection,
Q65,
Ituana,
The Mojo Men,
Malaria!,
June Days,
Zero Boys,
The Fortunes,
Hashim,
Tubeway Army,
Deepchord,
China Crisis,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Offenders,
Erykah Badu,
The Young Rascals,
The Selecter,
Black Moon,
MC5, MC5, MC5, MC5.
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.