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 the UAE and from Manila.
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 1965 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Funky Four + One to the grime kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 The Techniques. All the underground hits.
All Public Enemy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Mummies record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Peanut Butter Conspiracy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Doors,
Sexual Harrassment,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Hardrive,
the Fania All-Stars,
Suburban Knight,
The Kinks,
Eddi Front,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Fire Engines,
Crispy Ambulance,
John Lydon,
Roxy Music,
Adolescents,
Section 25,
Ultravox,
Hasil Adkins,
Drexciya,
Freddie Wadling,
Black Bananas,
Pantytec,
Kerri Chandler,
Frankie Knuckles,
James White and The Blacks,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
MDC,
Crash Course in Science,
The Evens,
Henry Cow,
Public Enemy,
H. Thieme,
Glambeats Corp.,
Agitation Free,
Buzzcocks,
Neil Young,
Negative Approach,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Stiv Bators,
The Seeds,
Warsaw,
Albert Ayler,
Second Layer,
Bobby Sherman,
John Coltrane,
the Normal,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Tres Demented,
Animal Collective,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Moleskins,
The Slackers,
Jeff Lynne,
The Shadows of Knight,
Tears for Fears,
Gabor Szabo,
Underground Resistance,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Moebius,
Das Ding, Das Ding, Das Ding, Das Ding.
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.