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 Denmark and from Winnipeg.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Maleditus Sound to the rap 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 Liaisons Dangereuses. All the underground hits.
All Amon Düül II tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bootsy Collins 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 an arpeggiator and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Brass Construction record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Iggy Pop,
The Flesh Eaters,
Joey Negro,
Pierre Henry,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Blues Magoos,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Smog,
Monolake,
Kaleidoscope,
E-Dancer,
Brand Nubian,
Audionom,
Flamin' Groovies,
Franke,
Brass Construction,
The Five Americans,
Piero Umiliani,
The Remains,
Scientists,
Unrelated Segments,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Pet Shop Boys,
Graham Central Station,
Ituana,
Dark Day,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Young Marble Giants,
Amon Düül II,
Dennis Brown,
Absolute Body Control,
Slick Rick,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Agitation Free,
Ice-T,
The Doobie Brothers,
Charles Mingus,
In Retrospect,
Lower 48,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Saccharine Trust,
Ultravox,
Wings,
Bob Dylan,
Aswad,
Fela Kuti,
The Buckinghams,
Todd Terry,
OOIOO,
Slave,
Isaac Hayes,
The Martian,
Q65,
Arthur Verocai,
the Slits,
Groovy Waters,
AZ,
Ralphi Rosario,
Whodini,
Juan Atkins,
Hoover,
The Golliwogs,
Scan 7,
The Slackers, The Slackers, The Slackers, The Slackers.
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.