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 Austria and from Cairo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1962 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 World's Most to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Depeche Mode. All the underground hits.
All Delta 5 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Scientists record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Funkadelic record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ralphi Rosario,
a-ha,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Gichy Dan,
EPMD,
Tim Buckley,
Spandau Ballet,
Robert Hood,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
World's Most,
Susan Cadogan,
Fat Boys,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Robert Wyatt,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Wake,
Sonny Sharrock,
Minnie Riperton,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Talk Talk,
Von Mondo,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Matthew Halsall,
Barbara Tucker,
Sonic Youth,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Doors,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Minutemen,
The Cure,
Skarface,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Kinks,
Simply Red,
Soft Cell,
Interpol,
Pussy Galore,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Graham Central Station,
Accadde A,
R.M.O.,
The Last Poets,
Nik Kershaw,
Toni Rubio,
Sexual Harrassment,
Kenny Larkin,
Junior Murvin,
Johnny Clarke,
Second Layer,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Soul II Soul,
The Mummies,
Max Romeo,
Television Personalities,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Seeds,
Basic Channel,
New Age Steppers,
Arcadia,
Anthony Braxton,
Pierre Henry,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Victims, The Victims, The Victims, The Victims.
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.