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 Tunisia and from Tehran.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia 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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Al Stewart 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 Eli Mardock. All the underground hits.
All LL Cool J tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every T.S.O.L. record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 a mellotron and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Fall record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Josef K,
Main Source,
Suburban Knight,
Procol Harum,
Eve St. Jones,
Max Romeo,
David Axelrod,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Gastr Del Sol,
DNA,
Agitation Free,
The Standells,
Radiopuhelimet,
Index,
The Gories,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Q and Not U,
MDC,
The Techniques,
Marvin Gaye,
8 Eyed Spy,
Blake Baxter,
Throbbing Gristle,
Y Pants,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Brand Nubian,
Black Moon,
Smog,
Essential Logic,
Harry Pussy,
Sun Ra,
Fad Gadget,
The Dead C,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Letta Mbulu,
Guru Guru,
Schoolly D,
Godley & Creme,
Slick Rick,
Goldenarms,
The Litter,
The Walker Brothers,
Rapeman,
Althea and Donna,
Kurtis Blow,
Wolf Eyes,
Ponytail,
Sixth Finger,
cv313,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Rakim,
Moebius,
Flash Fearless,
Easy Going,
Curtis Mayfield,
Sight & Sound,
Lalann,
Fluxion, Fluxion, Fluxion, Fluxion.
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.