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 Rwanda and from Copenhagen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 mellotron 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 Cecil Taylor to the rap kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Trumans Water. All the underground hits.
All Dual Sessions tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Visage record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a EPMD 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?
Loose Ends,
Mantronix,
Second Layer,
Isaac Hayes,
Altered Images,
Shuggie Otis,
In Retrospect,
Urselle,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Moebius,
Funky Four + One,
Gang Starr,
L. Decosne,
Neu!,
Brothers Johnson,
Chris & Cosey,
Stetsasonic,
Deakin,
The Invisible,
Bob Dylan,
Sound Behaviour,
Mark Hollis,
Ralphi Rosario,
Marine Girls,
the Fania All-Stars,
Scientists,
Nik Kershaw,
Von Mondo,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Half Japanese,
David Axelrod,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Kool Moe Dee,
the Slits,
Television Personalities,
Amon Düül II,
T.S.O.L.,
Mary Jane Girls,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Mars,
The Offenders,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Warren Ellis,
Mr. Review,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Roy Ayers,
Aloha Tigers,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Remains,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Avey Tare,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Mighty Diamonds,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Blossom Toes,
Don Cherry,
U.S. Maple,
the Swans,
Rapeman,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Pantaleimon,
B.T. Express,
Subhumans,
Beasts of Bourbon, Beasts of Bourbon, Beasts of Bourbon, Beasts of Bourbon.
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.