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 Gabon 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 1966 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the oboe 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 Eric B and Rakim to the rap kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 T. Rex. All the underground hits.
All World's Most tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cheater Slicks record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 synthesizer and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Basic Channel record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lower 48,
Sister Nancy,
The Associates,
Eurythmics,
Brand Nubian,
The New Christs,
Crooked Eye,
R.M.O.,
The Walker Brothers,
The Cowsills,
Au Pairs,
DNA,
Monks,
Zero Boys,
Stetsasonic,
B.T. Express,
Mars,
The Toasters,
John Lydon,
The Sonics,
Donny Hathaway,
Smog,
Minny Pops,
Joey Negro,
MC5,
Chris & Cosey,
Sun City Girls,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Japan,
Prince Buster,
Bluetip,
This Heat,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Pantytec,
Iggy Pop,
Barclay James Harvest,
Livin' Joy,
Derrick Morgan,
kango's stein massive,
Eddi Front,
Bobby Byrd,
The Kinks,
Ludus,
Public Image Ltd.,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Faraquet,
Fela Kuti,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Outsiders,
Silicon Teens,
Marvin Gaye,
Bang On A Can,
Joe Finger,
Stockholm Monsters,
Erykah Badu,
the Swans,
Lou Christie,
Robert Görl,
Saccharine Trust,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Five Americans,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Blossom Toes, Blossom Toes, Blossom Toes, Blossom Toes.
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.