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 Moldova and from Edmonton.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Throbbing Gristle show in London.
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 1967 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the oboe 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 KRS-One to the rock 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 The United States of America. All the underground hits.
All The Associates tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sound Behaviour 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ice-T record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Slick Rick,
U.S. Maple,
Funky Four + One,
The Sonics,
Country Teasers,
Eddi Front,
Essential Logic,
Duran Duran,
Heaven 17,
Traffic Nightmare,
Grauzone,
China Crisis,
Eric Copeland,
Aswad,
The Seeds,
A Flock of Seagulls,
David Axelrod,
Jerry's Kids,
Kaleidoscope,
Donald Byrd,
Ohio Players,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Beau Brummels,
Rufus Thomas,
Glambeats Corp.,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Dawn Penn,
Eli Mardock,
Pulsallama,
Clear Light,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Mad Mike,
Urselle,
Ornette Coleman,
Minutemen,
Minnie Riperton,
The Leaves,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
X-102,
Kerri Chandler,
Motorama,
ABBA,
Warren Ellis,
The Golliwogs,
Black Sheep,
Amon Düül II,
Charles Mingus,
Eden Ahbez,
Unwound,
Fela Kuti,
Amazonics,
June of 44,
Tommy Roe,
MDC,
Scion,
The Red Krayola,
Tomorrow,
LL Cool J,
Skaos,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Henry Cow,
Aural Exciters, Aural Exciters, Aural Exciters, Aural Exciters.
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.