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 Lithuania and from Manchester.
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 1968 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 1965 at the first Beefheart practice in a loft in Lancaster.
I was working on the theremin 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 Janne Schatter to the funk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Blackbyrds. All the underground hits.
All Grauzone tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Marshall Jefferson record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Funkadelic record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Slick Rick,
Lakeside,
Lou Reed,
Essential Logic,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Blackbyrds,
B.T. Express,
Althea and Donna,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Roy Ayers,
The Toasters,
Guru Guru,
Reuben Wilson,
Average White Band,
This Heat,
Whodini,
Kas Product,
Qualms,
Michelle Simonal,
Skaos,
Excepter,
Avey Tare,
Archie Shepp,
Mars,
Graham Central Station,
Carl Craig,
Ossler,
The Fortunes,
Johnny Clarke,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Massinfluence,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Prince Buster,
Arcadia,
Erykah Badu,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Moebius,
Scrapy,
Blancmange,
China Crisis,
Eurythmics,
The Velvet Underground,
Rekid,
Audionom,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Dennis Brown,
The Misunderstood,
Susan Cadogan,
Echospace,
Nils Olav,
Outsiders,
The Cramps,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Byron Stingily,
Dave Gahan,
The Tremeloes,
The Smiths,
Mo-Dettes,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Zero Boys,
Schoolly D,
The Happenings,
The Fall, The Fall, The Fall, The Fall.
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.