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 New Zealand and from Bologna.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1968 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 clarinet 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 Sun Ra to the grunge kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Pussy Galore. All the underground hits.
All Aloha Tigers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every London Community Gospel Choir record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a EPMD record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Reagan Youth,
Danielle Patucci,
Wings,
Mars,
MC5,
Sex Pistols,
Nils Olav,
Vladislav Delay,
Roxy Music,
Roy Ayers,
Dual Sessions,
H. Thieme,
Saccharine Trust,
Leonard Cohen,
Desert Stars,
Bootsy Collins,
Slave,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Alton Ellis,
a-ha,
The Pop Group,
Sight & Sound,
The Busters,
The Star Department,
Infiniti,
Sound Behaviour,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Amon Düül,
FM Einheit,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Maurizio,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Panda Bear,
L. Decosne,
The Birthday Party,
The Mojo Men,
Flipper,
Malaria!,
The Kinks,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Half Japanese,
Faraquet,
Bobby Sherman,
Fela Kuti,
Alphaville,
Ralphi Rosario,
Minnie Riperton,
The Slackers,
Jimmy McGriff,
X-102,
Warsaw,
Fatback Band,
The Red Krayola,
Tears for Fears,
Donny Hathaway,
New Order,
Sarah Menescal,
Niagra,
Carl Craig,
R.M.O.,
Skriet,
Deadbeat, Deadbeat, Deadbeat, Deadbeat.
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.