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 Philippines and from Toronto.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1963 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 linndrum 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 Stockholm Monsters to the rap kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 June of 44. All the underground hits.
All The Blues Magoos tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dennis Brown 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kango’s Stein Massive record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
B.T. Express,
Gichy Dan,
Howard Jones,
Erykah Badu,
Robert Hood,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Angels of Light,
kango's stein massive,
Freddie Wadling,
The Wake,
The Mojo Men,
Public Image Ltd.,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Selecter,
James White and The Blacks,
CMW,
Oneida,
Zapp,
Fluxion,
10cc,
Tubeway Army,
Brothers Johnson,
Moss Icon,
Eden Ahbez,
F. McDonald,
The Kinks,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Qualms,
Japan,
Scientists,
Lou Christie,
The Velvet Underground,
Kurtis Blow,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Quando Quango,
Monks,
Fad Gadget,
The Blackbyrds,
The Cramps,
DNA,
Subhumans,
The Invisible,
Cheater Slicks,
Andrew Hill,
Mad Mike,
Toni Rubio,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Al Stewart,
The Happenings,
The Grass Roots,
Lalann,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Technova,
KRS-One,
Unrelated Segments,
Sixth Finger,
Sonny Sharrock,
June of 44,
Moby Grape,
Mo-Dettes,
Camouflage, Camouflage, Camouflage, Camouflage.
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.