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 Singapore 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 1969 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Ultramagnetic MC's to the techno 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 Boz Scaggs. All the underground hits.
All Dark Day tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ituana 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Mantronix record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Stetsasonic,
KRS-One,
Flamin' Groovies,
Nils Olav,
The Detroit Cobras,
Second Layer,
Barbara Tucker,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Khruangbin,
Tim Buckley,
Kurtis Blow,
The Names,
June Days,
Jeff Mills,
David Axelrod,
Crispian St. Peters,
Negative Approach,
Rosa Yemen,
Mandrill,
The Raincoats,
Porter Ricks,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Smiths,
Yellowson,
Kerrie Biddell,
DJ Style,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Tomorrow,
Avey Tare,
Delta 5,
Lalo Schifrin,
Big Daddy Kane,
Fort Wilson Riot,
This Heat,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Toasters,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Victims,
Saccharine Trust,
Young Marble Giants,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Alphaville,
The Durutti Column,
Ultra Naté,
John Cale,
Oneida,
Smog,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Seeds,
The Flesh Eaters,
Glenn Branca,
EPMD,
Mo-Dettes,
Section 25,
Colin Newman,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Lee Hazlewood,
ABBA,
Jerry's Kids, Jerry's Kids, Jerry's Kids, Jerry's Kids.
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.