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 Bulgaria and from Mumbai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 rhodes 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 The Cowsills 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 The American Breed. All the underground hits.
All Jeff Mills tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Yaz record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a It's A Beautiful Day record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Malaria!,
Angry Samoans,
Alton Ellis,
Agent Orange,
Fat Boys,
Magma,
The Raincoats,
Altered Images,
Scratch Acid,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Barracudas,
Circle Jerks,
Saccharine Trust,
Tres Demented,
Stiv Bators,
Frankie Knuckles,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Stereo Dub,
Sonny Sharrock,
Johnny Clarke,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Kurtis Blow,
the Human League,
Radio Birdman,
Siglo XX,
Zapp,
Howard Jones,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Brothers Johnson,
The Blues Magoos,
Nas,
Zero Boys,
Marmalade,
The Techniques,
Arab on Radar,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Pierre Henry,
the Slits,
Liliput,
MDC,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Dual Sessions,
Radiohead,
John Cale,
Lindisfarne,
Lungfish,
Young Marble Giants,
R.M.O.,
Beasts of Bourbon,
OOIOO,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Cameo,
June of 44,
Terry Callier,
Ituana,
The Cure,
CMW,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Nirvana,
Negative Approach,
Echospace, Echospace, Echospace, Echospace.
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.