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 Senegal and from Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1968 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Theoretical Girls 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 Radiopuhelimet. All the underground hits.
All Big Daddy Kane tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every David Bowie record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 snare and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Electric Prunes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Skaos,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Rapeman,
The Standells,
Sexual Harrassment,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Eve St. Jones,
Kaleidoscope,
Eric B and Rakim,
Audionom,
Magma,
Laurel Aitken,
MC5,
Sonny Sharrock,
Hardrive,
The Real Kids,
Grauzone,
Junior Murvin,
Masters at Work,
Adolescents,
LL Cool J,
Lebanon Hanover,
Desert Stars,
Second Layer,
June of 44,
Altered Images,
The Misunderstood,
Erykah Badu,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Barry Ungar,
Urselle,
Kenny Larkin,
Ronan,
Animal Collective,
Jacob Miller,
Terry Callier,
R.M.O.,
Sixth Finger,
Scion,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Dead Boys,
Circle Jerks,
The Cowsills,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Minnie Riperton,
Johnny Osbourne,
Hoover,
Faraquet,
Deepchord,
Robert Wyatt,
Monks,
Isaac Hayes,
Icehouse,
Eric Copeland,
Ken Boothe,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Ossler,
Pantytec, Pantytec, Pantytec, Pantytec.
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.