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 Grenada and from Copenhagen.
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 1963 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 arpeggiator 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 Little Man to the punk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Can. All the underground hits.
All Moebius tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Peanut Butter Conspiracy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Marmalade record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bush Tetras,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Aaron Thompson,
Alice Coltrane,
Lower 48,
Guru Guru,
cv313,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Electric Prunes,
K-Klass,
The Fire Engines,
8 Eyed Spy,
Joy Division,
Vainqueur,
Harpers Bizarre,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Moby Grape,
The Cowsills,
Harmonia,
Fad Gadget,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Slits,
Neil Young,
Davy DMX,
The Mojo Men,
Fugazi,
Faust,
Roy Ayers,
The Searchers,
Eric B and Rakim,
Jimmy McGriff,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Excepter,
Zapp,
The Five Americans,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Little Man,
Ultra Naté,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Raincoats,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Lou Christie,
Loose Ends,
The Detroit Cobras,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Eli Mardock,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Bootsy Collins,
Janne Schatter,
New Age Steppers,
Iggy Pop,
Gang of Four,
Ornette Coleman,
Magazine,
The Fortunes,
Traffic Nightmare,
Tears for Fears,
The Martian,
L. Decosne,
The Selecter, The Selecter, The Selecter, The Selecter.
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.