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 Dominican Republic and from Delhi.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1963 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 The Fall to the funk 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 Rufus Thomas. All the underground hits.
All Bobby Hutcherson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Brand Nubian record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Anakelly record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Terrestrial Tones,
Judy Mowatt,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Stockholm Monsters,
Bobby Byrd,
This Heat,
Average White Band,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Inner City,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Eve St. Jones,
Sun Ra,
Eurythmics,
DJ Sneak,
LL Cool J,
The Gladiators,
Avey Tare,
Gerry Rafferty,
Lightning Bolt,
Yellowson,
48th St. Collective,
Rekid,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Depeche Mode,
EPMD,
Icehouse,
Peter and Kerry,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Andrew Hill,
Erykah Badu,
Altered Images,
Kas Product,
Ornette Coleman,
Jesper Dahlback,
Fatback Band,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Lyres,
Shoche,
David Axelrod,
The Cramps,
The Names,
The Flesh Eaters,
Camouflage,
Mary Jane Girls,
Barclay James Harvest,
Das Ding,
Country Teasers,
Mandrill,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Dave Clark Five,
Scan 7,
Ituana,
The Star Department,
Arab on Radar,
Junior Murvin,
The Fugs,
Swell Maps,
The Buckinghams,
Porter Ricks,
Cabaret Voltaire, Cabaret Voltaire, Cabaret Voltaire, Cabaret Voltaire.
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.