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 Finland and from Manila.
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 1966 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 Joyce Sims to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 The Smoke. All the underground hits.
All Brand Nubian tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Black Moon record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a D'Angelo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Association,
Blancmange,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Todd Terry,
Grandmaster Flash,
Lindisfarne,
Ponytail,
Mr. Review,
Television Personalities,
Nirvana,
Royal Trux,
Laurel Aitken,
Can,
Zapp,
Matthew Bourne,
The Last Poets,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Peter and Kerry,
Make Up,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
the Swans,
John Foxx,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Gregory Isaacs,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
David Bowie,
Aswad,
Banda Bassotti,
Bauhaus,
Rakim,
Drive Like Jehu,
Ossler,
Eve St. Jones,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Dave Gahan,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Livin' Joy,
Ash Ra Tempel,
F. McDonald,
Tubeway Army,
Bill Wells,
Gichy Dan,
Pagans,
Faraquet,
Aloha Tigers,
Absolute Body Control,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Bob Dylan,
Fela Kuti,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Names,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Move,
Byron Stingily,
The Young Rascals,
The Fuzztones,
Suicide,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Vogues,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Von Mondo, Von Mondo, Von Mondo, Von Mondo.
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.