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 Kosovo and from Mexico City.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
I was working on the güiro 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 Fela Kuti to the dance kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Sarah Menescal. All the underground hits.
All The Sisters of Mercy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Cure record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Red Krayola record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mandrill,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Massinfluence,
The Wake,
Roger Hodgson,
Joy Division,
The Velvet Underground,
Rosa Yemen,
Lower 48,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Oneida,
The Index,
Mission of Burma,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Desert Stars,
Neil Young,
Oblivians,
Brothers Johnson,
Ituana,
Flipper,
JFA,
Soul Sonic Force,
Cluster,
Ten City,
The Buckinghams,
Yellowson,
Aloha Tigers,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Gregory Isaacs,
Flamin' Groovies,
Roxy Music,
Angry Samoans,
Faraquet,
The Dave Clark Five,
Harry Pussy,
Von Mondo,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Harpers Bizarre,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Dark Day,
Animal Collective,
Joensuu 1685,
Vladislav Delay,
Boz Scaggs,
Robert Görl,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Delta 5,
R.M.O.,
the Slits,
Essential Logic,
Reuben Wilson,
Mars,
Eric B and Rakim,
Ken Boothe,
The Monochrome Set,
the Soft Cell,
China Crisis,
Glambeats Corp.,
Infiniti,
Idris Muhammad,
Neu!,
Derrick May, Derrick May, Derrick May, Derrick May.
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.