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 St Kitts & Nevis and from Salvador.
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 1966 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 1971 at the first Big Star practice in a loft in Memphis.
I was working on the theremin 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 Eddi Front to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Ultramagnetic MC's. All the underground hits.
All Angry Samoans tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bluetip record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Offenders record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Skaos,
Y Pants,
Brothers Johnson,
The Red Krayola,
Johnny Clarke,
World's Most,
New York Dolls,
the Human League,
Hoover,
Boz Scaggs,
Eric Dolphy,
Pussy Galore,
Mo-Dettes,
Procol Harum,
Guru Guru,
Kaleidoscope,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Wasted Youth,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Lightning Bolt,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Minnie Riperton,
The Golliwogs,
the Swans,
David Axelrod,
The Angels of Light,
Pet Shop Boys,
New Order,
Lalo Schifrin,
the Association,
Wire,
The Wake,
Grandmaster Flash,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Walker Brothers,
Janne Schatter,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Litter,
Pere Ubu,
Toni Rubio,
Niagra,
Essential Logic,
Albert Ayler,
Loose Ends,
Scott Walker,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Morten Harket,
Blake Baxter,
Panda Bear,
Todd Terry,
Stiv Bators,
Quantec,
Graham Central Station,
Flamin' Groovies,
Eden Ahbez,
Mad Mike,
Sugar Minott,
The Durutti Column,
Shuggie Otis,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Second Layer,
The Gories,
The Cramps,
Sparks, Sparks, Sparks, Sparks.
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.