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 Gabon 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 1960 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 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 Sällskapet to the rap 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 Oblivians. All the underground hits.
All Cymande tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Malaria! record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a De La Soul & Jungle Brothers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mad Mike,
Skaos,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
New York Dolls,
CMW,
Royal Trux,
The Fire Engines,
U.S. Maple,
Roxy Music,
Metal Thangz,
Accadde A,
The Blues Magoos,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Raincoats,
Bobby Byrd,
In Retrospect,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Move,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Smiths,
The Mojo Men,
Nas,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Audionom,
The Gap Band,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Mo-Dettes,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Magma,
Isaac Hayes,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Curtis Mayfield,
Technova,
Q and Not U,
Barry Ungar,
Interpol,
Radio Birdman,
Mark Hollis,
Carl Craig,
Donny Hathaway,
Monolake,
Excepter,
Rapeman,
Pylon,
Andrew Hill,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Wake,
Shuggie Otis,
The Stooges,
Minor Threat,
Todd Terry,
Jesper Dahlback,
Delon & Dalcan,
Janne Schatter,
The Evens,
The Dirtbombs,
John Foxx,
Blossom Toes,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth, Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth, Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth, Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth.
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.