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 Sudan and from Milan.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1965 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Monks to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Boredoms. All the underground hits.
All Newcleus tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Letta Mbulu record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lonnie Liston Smith record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
UT,
Pagans,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Thee Headcoats,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Tim Buckley,
Accadde A,
Sandy B,
Barbara Tucker,
Donald Byrd,
Gabor Szabo,
Bobby Sherman,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Detroit Cobras,
Jimmy McGriff,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Real Kids,
Altered Images,
Mars,
John Coltrane,
Jawbox,
The Flesh Eaters,
Reuben Wilson,
Das Ding,
the Soft Cell,
Country Teasers,
DNA,
Pantytec,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Gap Band,
The Raincoats,
Von Mondo,
Faraquet,
Lakeside,
Schoolly D,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Grey Daturas,
Spoonie Gee,
Neu!,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Pere Ubu,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Monolake,
Kas Product,
Severed Heads,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Guru Guru,
Surgeon,
Soul II Soul,
Lou Christie,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Divine Comedy,
E-Dancer,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Bauhaus,
Lalo Schifrin,
Moss Icon,
Mandrill,
Hoover,
Toni Rubio, Toni Rubio, Toni Rubio, Toni Rubio.
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.