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 Turkey and from Bremen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Art of Noise 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 1967 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 sitar 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 Derrick May to the crunk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Kurtis Blow. All the underground hits.
All Gang Starr tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every A Flock of Seagulls record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Fugs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Saccharine Trust,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Lou Christie,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Fatback Band,
Rakim,
The Mojo Men,
Pussy Galore,
Thompson Twins,
JFA,
Public Enemy,
F. McDonald,
Babytalk,
The Cure,
Soulsonic Force,
Graham Central Station,
Mandrill,
Public Image Ltd.,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Arcadia,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Sight & Sound,
Hoover,
Angry Samoans,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Evens,
Donny Hathaway,
T.S.O.L.,
Maleditus Sound,
Bobbi Humphrey,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Cramps,
Davy DMX,
Eden Ahbez,
Tears for Fears,
Ossler,
The Toasters,
Dark Day,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Con Funk Shun,
Brass Construction,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
R.M.O.,
The Fire Engines,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Letta Mbulu,
The Fugs,
Bush Tetras,
Radio Birdman,
Alice Coltrane,
Pantaleimon,
The Litter,
Isaac Hayes,
Steve Hackett,
Camberwell Now,
The Sonics,
June Days,
Flash Fearless,
The Golliwogs,
Scan 7, Scan 7, Scan 7, Scan 7.
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.