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 Tajikistan and from London.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1966 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 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 Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud to the dance 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 KRS-One. All the underground hits.
All Robert Wyatt tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every James Chance & The Contortions 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Sonics record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Faust,
Skriet,
Blossom Toes,
Deepchord,
Big Daddy Kane,
Soft Cell,
Skaos,
The Neon Judgement,
Ludus,
Jacques Brel,
Soulsonic Force,
The Pop Group,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Stockholm Monsters,
Patti Smith,
Jesper Dahlback,
Brand Nubian,
The Beau Brummels,
Suburban Knight,
Procol Harum,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Pretty Things,
Pole,
The Happenings,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Moleskins,
David Axelrod,
Max Romeo,
Idris Muhammad,
Skarface,
Fifty Foot Hose,
H. Thieme,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Nas,
Peter and Kerry,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Fire Engines,
UT,
Sixth Finger,
Sonic Youth,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Flash Fearless,
Country Teasers,
Heaven 17,
Quantec,
Altered Images,
Hashim,
Fat Boys,
Urselle,
Lower 48,
T. Rex,
The Smoke,
Harmonia,
Terry Callier,
Marine Girls,
Second Layer,
The Move,
L. Decosne,
Gang of Four,
Scan 7, Scan 7, Scan 7, Scan 7.
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.