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 Seychelles and from Philadelphia.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Outsiders to the grime kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Q and Not U. All the underground hits.
All Pharoah Sanders tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Slave record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 harpsichord and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Skatalites record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Interpol,
The Invisible,
Roger Hodgson,
David Axelrod,
Neil Young,
The Smiths,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Busters,
One Last Wish,
Duran Duran,
Smog,
Deadbeat,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Faraquet,
Hoover,
The United States of America,
Outsiders,
China Crisis,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Maurizio,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Pretty Things,
The Knickerbockers,
Anakelly,
Negative Approach,
F. McDonald,
Mandrill,
Dennis Brown,
The Fall,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Skatalites,
Talk Talk,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Joensuu 1685,
Idris Muhammad,
Rapeman,
The Stooges,
Laurel Aitken,
Soft Machine,
The Misunderstood,
John Foxx,
Soul Sonic Force,
Arab on Radar,
Drexciya,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
T. Rex,
Sun Ra,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Porter Ricks,
The Fortunes,
The Cowsills,
Iggy Pop,
Peter and Kerry,
The Victims,
Soulsonic Force,
Pantaleimon,
Clear Light,
Kool Moe Dee,
Cheater Slicks,
Stiv Bators, Stiv Bators, Stiv Bators, Stiv Bators.
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.