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 Nauru and from Mumbai.
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 1966 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Lee Hazlewood to the rap kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Derrick May. All the underground hits.
All Laurel Aitken tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Roy Ayers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Man Eating Sloth record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Supertramp,
Pantytec,
Susan Cadogan,
the Soft Cell,
Eurythmics,
The Skatalites,
The Invisible,
Pussy Galore,
Brass Construction,
Ten City,
Funky Four + One,
Bluetip,
Fear,
Marc Almond,
James White and The Blacks,
The Angels of Light,
Youth Brigade,
Ponytail,
Mark Hollis,
The Victims,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Ultra Naté,
Sun City Girls,
Chrome,
The Pop Group,
D'Angelo,
Nas,
Magazine,
Little Man,
Schoolly D,
Rotary Connection,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Depeche Mode,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Busters,
Scrapy,
Arcadia,
Cymande,
Black Sheep,
Boogie Down Productions,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Bobby Womack,
Amon Düül II,
Tomorrow,
The Stooges,
Motorama,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Smiths,
Newcleus,
Marine Girls,
Soul Sonic Force,
Leonard Cohen,
Moby Grape,
Lakeside,
Donald Byrd,
Terry Callier,
The Knickerbockers,
Sugar Minott,
The Black Dice, The Black Dice, The Black Dice, The Black Dice.
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.