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 Haiti and from Lille.
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 1969 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the theremin 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 Althea and Donna to the crunk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Real Kids. All the underground hits.
All Blake Baxter tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Judy Mowatt record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Black Bananas record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord 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?
Joyce Sims,
The Knickerbockers,
Radiopuhelimet,
Minor Threat,
The Angels of Light,
Make Up,
Jacques Brel,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Adolescents,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Au Pairs,
Grey Daturas,
Metal Thangz,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Suburban Knight,
The Skatalites,
Outsiders,
ABBA,
Tom Boy,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Newcleus,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Techniques,
Piero Umiliani,
Byron Stingily,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Godley & Creme,
Harry Pussy,
Idris Muhammad,
Mandrill,
Iggy Pop,
The Divine Comedy,
Bronski Beat,
Loose Ends,
Frankie Knuckles,
Roxette,
Inner City,
Josef K,
Soft Machine,
Altered Images,
Bang On A Can,
Q65,
Black Bananas,
Smog,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Pierre Henry,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Barracudas,
Von Mondo,
T.S.O.L.,
China Crisis,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
K-Klass,
Guru Guru,
Gang Gang Dance,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Animal Collective,
Fort Wilson Riot,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Carl Craig,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Stereo Dub, Stereo Dub, Stereo Dub, Stereo Dub.
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.