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 Mozambique and from Tehran.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia 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 1968 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Soft Machine to the rap kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Massinfluence. All the underground hits.
All Crispy Ambulance tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Crash Course in Science 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a MC5 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
KRS-One,
Cymande,
LL Cool J,
Electric Prunes,
The Flesh Eaters,
Anakelly,
Gang of Four,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Blackbyrds,
Sound Behaviour,
Gichy Dan,
Cecil Taylor,
Pharoah Sanders,
E-Dancer,
Ronnie Foster,
Delta 5,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Blake Baxter,
Godley & Creme,
Sixth Finger,
Man Parrish,
Saccharine Trust,
John Foxx,
Royal Trux,
Lakeside,
Skarface,
The Slits,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Fall,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Jeff Lynne,
the Normal,
Wings,
Agitation Free,
Harmonia,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Stooges,
Babytalk,
Talk Talk,
Freddie Wadling,
Harpers Bizarre,
Bill Wells,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Nirvana,
Aswad,
Guru Guru,
One Last Wish,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Albert Ayler,
The Moleskins,
Bang On A Can,
Suburban Knight,
Ossler,
The Dead C,
Newcleus,
Mr. Review,
The Dave Clark Five,
Curtis Mayfield,
kango's stein massive,
the Bar-Kays,
Boogie Down Productions, Boogie Down Productions, Boogie Down Productions, Boogie Down Productions.
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.