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 Tonga and from Lyon.
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 1964 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Carl Craig to the funk 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 Traffic Nightmare. All the underground hits.
All Malaria! tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Quando Quango record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 rhodes and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Deepchord record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Organ,
Arab on Radar,
Excepter,
Heaven 17,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Stetsasonic,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Aloha Tigers,
Fluxion,
Negative Approach,
Lebanon Hanover,
Ludus,
Public Enemy,
Mad Mike,
Silicon Teens,
Crispian St. Peters,
Q65,
Sister Nancy,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Gories,
The Remains,
June Days,
Kool Moe Dee,
John Holt,
Soft Machine,
Barbara Tucker,
Scrapy,
8 Eyed Spy,
Jandek,
James White and The Blacks,
Sexual Harrassment,
Inner City,
the Slits,
Skriet,
Wings,
Piero Umiliani,
Mo-Dettes,
The Neon Judgement,
Arthur Verocai,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Bluetip,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Prince Buster,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Agent Orange,
The American Breed,
Amon Düül II,
Jesper Dahlback,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Standells,
Bizarre Inc.,
the Soft Cell,
New Order,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Zero Boys,
Television,
Brass Construction,
Tim Buckley,
Aural Exciters,
The Index, The Index, The Index, The Index.
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.