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 St Kitts & Nevis and from Jakarta.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 1969 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Roxette to the grime 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 Tres Demented. All the underground hits.
All Grandmaster Flash tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Underground Resistance record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a David McCallum record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gregory Isaacs,
The Misunderstood,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Martian,
Tears for Fears,
B.T. Express,
Reagan Youth,
Siglo XX,
Moss Icon,
Robert Wyatt,
New Age Steppers,
Sun City Girls,
Visage,
The Smiths,
David McCallum,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Johnny Osbourne,
Stockholm Monsters,
Bob Dylan,
The Grass Roots,
Intrusion,
Scratch Acid,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Wire,
The Seeds,
The Residents,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Blake Baxter,
Kevin Saunderson,
Q and Not U,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Urselle,
Roger Hodgson,
Masters at Work,
Lower 48,
Soft Cell,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Gladiators,
Mark Hollis,
The Modern Lovers,
Girls At Our Best!,
Television Personalities,
Average White Band,
The Move,
The Human League,
the Association,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Dead Boys,
Y Pants,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
48th St. Collective,
Eric Dolphy,
Joensuu 1685,
David Axelrod,
Unrelated Segments,
Piero Umiliani,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Amon Düül,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Newcleus,
AZ,
Harpers Bizarre,
Second Layer,
Carl Craig, Carl Craig, Carl Craig, Carl Craig.
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.