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 New Zealand 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 1967 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Terror Squad Feat. Camron to the rap kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Sexual Harrassment. All the underground hits.
All Radiohead tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eve St. Jones record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Joe Smooth record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
X-101,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Kayak,
The Moody Blues,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Anthony Braxton,
Brothers Johnson,
Zero Boys,
The Smiths,
The Fall,
A Certain Ratio,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Cal Tjader,
Eli Mardock,
Rapeman,
Electric Prunes,
AZ,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Crispian St. Peters,
Second Layer,
The Skatalites,
Ultra Naté,
Barrington Levy,
Isaac Hayes,
a-ha,
Stetsasonic,
Crispy Ambulance,
Yaz,
Groovy Waters,
Shuggie Otis,
The Knickerbockers,
The Evens,
Index,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Funky Four + One,
Brass Construction,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Mark Hollis,
Davy DMX,
The Dead C,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Grass Roots,
Jeff Mills,
the Bar-Kays,
Peter and Kerry,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Smoke,
Barbara Tucker,
Liliput,
Swell Maps,
H. Thieme,
Soul II Soul,
Sugar Minott,
The Cowsills,
Bootsy Collins,
The Fire Engines,
T. Rex,
The Black Dice,
The J.B.'s,
The Wake,
Excepter, Excepter, Excepter, Excepter.
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.