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 Croatia and from Salvador.
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 1967 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 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 Delon & Dalcan to the funk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Vainqueur. All the underground hits.
All Lower 48 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Blues Magoos 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Crime record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rakim,
The Velvet Underground,
Don Cherry,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Porter Ricks,
Crash Course in Science,
Ponytail,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Technova,
Absolute Body Control,
Camberwell Now,
Silicon Teens,
Pet Shop Boys,
Matthew Halsall,
Black Sheep,
the Bar-Kays,
the Normal,
Television,
June Days,
E-Dancer,
Matthew Bourne,
Severed Heads,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Last Poets,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Mummies,
Blancmange,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Cecil Taylor,
Fugazi,
Procol Harum,
Leonard Cohen,
The Music Machine,
Fela Kuti,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Andrew Hill,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Byron Stingily,
Country Teasers,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Pretty Things,
OOIOO,
Archie Shepp,
The Seeds,
Nirvana,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Gang Green,
Maurizio,
The Electric Prunes,
The Martian,
Black Flag,
Cluster,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Raincoats,
Excepter,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Radiopuhelimet,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Youth Brigade,
Malaria!,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Morten Harket,
Vainqueur,
Magazine, Magazine, Magazine, Magazine.
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.