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 Chad and from Edmonton.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide 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 1968 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Country Joe & The Fish to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 a-ha. All the underground hits.
All Electric Light Orchestra tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Malaria! 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 rhodes and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Saints record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Blossom Toes,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Electric Prunes,
Hoover,
The Dead C,
Big Daddy Kane,
Half Japanese,
Duran Duran,
Freddie Wadling,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Ice-T,
Ken Boothe,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Juan Atkins,
Sonny Sharrock,
Ultra Naté,
Rakim,
The Blues Magoos,
David Bowie,
L. Decosne,
Kaleidoscope,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Slick Rick,
Albert Ayler,
Johnny Clarke,
The Techniques,
Soul Sonic Force,
Silicon Teens,
Nation of Ulysses,
the Soft Cell,
The Fugs,
Public Image Ltd.,
Jimmy McGriff,
Moss Icon,
Pantaleimon,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
cv313,
Soft Cell,
Basic Channel,
Robert Hood,
Archie Shepp,
Sparks,
Cameo,
The Monks,
The Fortunes,
The Seeds,
Eric Copeland,
Tres Demented,
Smog,
DJ Style,
John Coltrane,
F. McDonald,
Kurtis Blow,
Aloha Tigers,
Hardrive,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Roger Hodgson, Roger Hodgson, Roger Hodgson, Roger Hodgson.
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.