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 Poland and from Philadelphia.
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 1960 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 The Slits to the crunk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Normal. All the underground hits.
All Flipper tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Fall 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Grandmaster Flash record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ponytail,
Television Personalities,
B.T. Express,
Cymande,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Brand Nubian,
Franke,
The Blues Magoos,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
John Coltrane,
The Evens,
Newcleus,
The Red Krayola,
a-ha,
Smog,
Isaac Hayes,
Donald Byrd,
Laurel Aitken,
Livin' Joy,
Rites of Spring,
Pussy Galore,
Shuggie Otis,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Monochrome Set,
James White and The Blacks,
Animal Collective,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Magazine,
Talk Talk,
Icehouse,
New York Dolls,
Throbbing Gristle,
Stockholm Monsters,
Marine Girls,
Don Cherry,
Heaven 17,
Matthew Halsall,
Porter Ricks,
Quando Quango,
Juan Atkins,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Todd Terry,
Minor Threat,
Marvin Gaye,
Bang On A Can,
Gerry Rafferty,
Visage,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Eve St. Jones,
Qualms,
The Alarm Clocks,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Cowsills,
kango's stein massive,
Susan Cadogan,
Unwound,
Minny Pops,
Harmonia,
AZ,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Bobby Womack,
UT, UT, UT, UT.
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.