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 Montenegro and from Manchester.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 Suicide to the punk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Jerry Gold Smith. All the underground hits.
All Crispy Ambulance tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lizzy Mercier Descloux 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Mr. Review record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Scion,
Boogie Down Productions,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Minutemen,
Yaz,
Sandy B,
The United States of America,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Archie Shepp,
Barrington Levy,
Aloha Tigers,
Jeff Lynne,
Quadrant,
Derrick Morgan,
Don Cherry,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Andrew Hill,
Robert Wyatt,
Judy Mowatt,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Sight & Sound,
Max Romeo,
Con Funk Shun,
Robert Görl,
Jesper Dahlback,
Nils Olav,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
The Misunderstood,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Bill Near,
Idris Muhammad,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Buckinghams,
Supertramp,
Dave Gahan,
Agent Orange,
Leonard Cohen,
Iggy Pop,
Neu!,
John Coltrane,
Ponytail,
Aswad,
Qualms,
OOIOO,
D'Angelo,
Reagan Youth,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Gerry Rafferty,
DJ Style,
Stiv Bators,
Bush Tetras,
Echospace,
Sound Behaviour,
Simply Red,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
FM Einheit,
Alphaville,
Johnny Clarke,
Franke,
Infiniti,
KRS-One, KRS-One, KRS-One, KRS-One.
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.