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 Denmark and from Taipei.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1969 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Kaleidoscope to the grime kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Todd Terry. All the underground hits.
All ABBA tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tropical Tobacco 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Bar-Kays record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ 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?
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Ronnie Foster,
DJ Sneak,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Aaron Thompson,
Black Pus,
Robert Hood,
Iggy Pop,
Erasure,
Yusef Lateef,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Pantytec,
Gang Starr,
Maleditus Sound,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Easy Going,
Basic Channel,
Rakim,
The Slackers,
Camouflage,
Bronski Beat,
The Blackbyrds,
Banda Bassotti,
Hasil Adkins,
The Evens,
F. McDonald,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Smoke,
The Vogues,
Roger Hodgson,
Junior Murvin,
Bob Dylan,
The J.B.'s,
Cluster,
Royal Trux,
London Community Gospel Choir,
David Bowie,
The Fortunes,
The Gories,
Susan Cadogan,
The Durutti Column,
The Happenings,
Section 25,
Malaria!,
Bobby Byrd,
Deepchord,
Cybotron,
Ken Boothe,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Max Romeo,
The Victims,
Brass Construction,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Searchers,
These Immortal Souls,
Radiopuhelimet,
Kevin Saunderson,
Mo-Dettes,
Visage,
Funkadelic, Funkadelic, Funkadelic, Funkadelic.
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.