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 Tajikistan and from Hong Kong.
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 1964 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Houston.
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 1965 at the first Beefheart practice in a loft in Lancaster.
I was working on the 808 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 Sound Behaviour to the funk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Brothers Johnson. All the underground hits.
All Shoche tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Silicon Teens 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Country Joe & The Fish,
Popol Vuh,
Von Mondo,
The Monochrome Set,
Depeche Mode,
Fat Boys,
The Selecter,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Todd Terry,
Graham Central Station,
R.M.O.,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Pylon,
The Trojans,
Lalo Schifrin,
Wasted Youth,
In Retrospect,
the Human League,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Yusef Lateef,
Throbbing Gristle,
Bizarre Inc.,
Flash Fearless,
Motorama,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Tom Boy,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Al Stewart,
Spandau Ballet,
Bluetip,
Big Daddy Kane,
the Bar-Kays,
Unwound,
Josef K,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Lower 48,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Count Five,
Malaria!,
Nik Kershaw,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Roxy Music,
Traffic Nightmare,
Sexual Harrassment,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Stiv Bators,
Niagra,
Con Funk Shun,
Funkadelic,
a-ha,
Morten Harket,
Massinfluence,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Cecil Taylor,
Bad Manners,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Section 25,
Neu!,
Lee Hazlewood,
Bush Tetras,
Pet Shop Boys, Pet Shop Boys, Pet Shop Boys, Pet Shop Boys.
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.