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 Slovakia and from Milan.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Throbbing Gristle 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 1963 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the clarinet 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 Young Marble Giants to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell. All the underground hits.
All The Vogues tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Joyce Sims record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Country Teasers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bang On A Can,
Andrew Hill,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Jimmy McGriff,
OOIOO,
Cecil Taylor,
Masters at Work,
The Stooges,
Lee Hazlewood,
Royal Trux,
New Age Steppers,
Half Japanese,
Scrapy,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Mars,
the Fania All-Stars,
Graham Central Station,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Crooked Eye,
Outsiders,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Icehouse,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Electric Prunes,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Bluetip,
The Martian,
The Skatalites,
Popol Vuh,
Boredoms,
The Seeds,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Theoretical Girls,
Drive Like Jehu,
Jandek,
The Shadows of Knight,
Faraquet,
The Cure,
The Young Rascals,
Das Ding,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Rites of Spring,
Severed Heads,
Marc Almond,
Sex Pistols,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
KRS-One,
Maurizio,
Minny Pops,
Gang Starr,
Hashim,
Fatback Band,
Brothers Johnson,
June of 44,
Pet Shop Boys,
JFA,
Bootsy Collins,
Pierre Henry,
Ituana,
Kings Of Tomorrow, Kings Of Tomorrow, Kings Of Tomorrow, Kings Of Tomorrow.
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.