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 Belgium and from Lagos.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 Massinfluence 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 Porter Ricks. All the underground hits.
All Hashim tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every FM Einheit 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sonny Sharrock record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Audionom,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Negative Approach,
kango's stein massive,
Warsaw,
Metal Thangz,
Mr. Review,
Rites of Spring,
K-Klass,
Country Teasers,
X-101,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Public Enemy,
Slick Rick,
The Vogues,
the Association,
Cheater Slicks,
Mandrill,
Ken Boothe,
Vladislav Delay,
the Bar-Kays,
Reagan Youth,
Scott Walker,
Godley & Creme,
ABBA,
Soulsonic Force,
Minny Pops,
Whodini,
Ultravox,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
EPMD,
The Remains,
Frankie Knuckles,
Motorama,
Robert Hood,
Can,
The J.B.'s,
Heaven 17,
Boredoms,
Matthew Halsall,
Charles Mingus,
Sonny Sharrock,
Minutemen,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Doors,
Kayak,
Warren Ellis,
Mo-Dettes,
Maleditus Sound,
Icehouse,
Talk Talk,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Pagans,
Harpers Bizarre,
Jesper Dahlback,
Tomorrow,
Wally Richardson,
Bobby Womack,
Hasil Adkins,
The Gun Club,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Ossler, Ossler, Ossler, Ossler.
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.