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 Congo and from Johannesburg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 sitar 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 De La Soul & Jungle Brothers to the dance kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Dave Clark Five. All the underground hits.
All Cluster tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bauhaus 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a New Order record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Drexciya,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Connie Case,
Metal Thangz,
Carl Craig,
Hashim,
Pantaleimon,
The Buckinghams,
Thompson Twins,
Ponytail,
The J.B.'s,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Agitation Free,
The Five Americans,
Brick,
Swell Maps,
Crispian St. Peters,
Cecil Taylor,
Graham Central Station,
The Red Krayola,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Rufus Thomas,
The Leaves,
The Trojans,
Robert Hood,
Royal Trux,
Sonny Sharrock,
Deadbeat,
Faraquet,
Kayak,
8 Eyed Spy,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Amon Düül II,
The Pretty Things,
Soul II Soul,
Joensuu 1685,
Camberwell Now,
Jeru the Damaja,
Nils Olav,
Blake Baxter,
Underground Resistance,
The Misunderstood,
Rhythm & Sound,
Mary Jane Girls,
KRS-One,
Johnny Osbourne,
Gang Starr,
Kool Moe Dee,
Sparks,
E-Dancer,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Grandmaster Flash,
X-102,
Black Sheep,
Gerry Rafferty,
Rod Modell,
Jawbox,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Pop Group,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Human League,
The Gun Club,
One Last Wish, One Last Wish, One Last Wish, One Last Wish.
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.