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 Argentina and from Mumbai.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the snare 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 T. Rex to the punk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Rhythm & Sound. All the underground hits.
All Judy Mowatt tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Delta 5 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
James White and The Blacks,
Mantronix,
Robert Wyatt,
Eden Ahbez,
The Smiths,
Massinfluence,
Loose Ends,
The Doobie Brothers,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Golliwogs,
Ken Boothe,
Flash Fearless,
The Smoke,
The Kinks,
Nils Olav,
Chrome,
Make Up,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Gichy Dan,
Goldenarms,
Bill Wells,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Young Rascals,
T.S.O.L.,
Yazoo,
U.S. Maple,
Jacob Miller,
Rekid,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
These Immortal Souls,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Barry Ungar,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Black Pus,
Porter Ricks,
Black Moon,
Oneida,
Marcia Griffiths,
Bobby Byrd,
Kool Moe Dee,
Wire,
Supertramp,
World's Most,
Underground Resistance,
the Swans,
The Leaves,
The Happenings,
The Saints,
The Dirtbombs,
Carl Craig,
Dark Day,
Au Pairs,
8 Eyed Spy,
Janne Schatter,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Dead C,
Amon Düül,
Brand Nubian, Brand Nubian, Brand Nubian, Brand Nubian.
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.