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 Mali and from Bremen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 Nile Rodgers 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 Crash Course in Science to the jazz 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 Idris Muhammad. All the underground hits.
All Neil Young tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every B.T. Express 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Harmonia record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Angry Samoans,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The American Breed,
The Stooges,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Rosa Yemen,
Panda Bear,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Supertramp,
Half Japanese,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Cluster,
The Dirtbombs,
Youth Brigade,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
China Crisis,
Derrick Morgan,
The Zeros,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Spandau Ballet,
Michelle Simonal,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Cheater Slicks,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
John Cale,
Masters at Work,
Camberwell Now,
Hasil Adkins,
Jandek,
Ice-T,
Unrelated Segments,
The Wake,
Fugazi,
Drexciya,
The Victims,
Wire,
Au Pairs,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
the Association,
The Busters,
Delta 5,
Lightning Bolt,
Suicide,
Amazonics,
cv313,
Lee Hazlewood,
Fear,
The Index,
Todd Terry,
Roxette,
Boz Scaggs,
David Bowie,
Sonic Youth,
Unwound,
Eric Copeland,
This Heat,
Rotary Connection,
Brick, Brick, Brick, Brick.
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.