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 Uganda and from Bologna.
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 1965 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Flamin' Groovies to the grunge kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 The Five Americans. All the underground hits.
All Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Offenders record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 a 808 and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a David Axelrod record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
PIL,
Soft Cell,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Patti Smith,
Franke,
The Litter,
Camberwell Now,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Nation of Ulysses,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Grass Roots,
the Swans,
Blake Baxter,
Dawn Penn,
Barclay James Harvest,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Jesper Dahlback,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Fugazi,
John Holt,
Surgeon,
Ultra Naté,
The Young Rascals,
The Toasters,
Colin Newman,
Byron Stingily,
Sparks,
Judy Mowatt,
Aloha Tigers,
Main Source,
The Music Machine,
ABC,
K-Klass,
Black Sheep,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Camouflage,
Kerrie Biddell,
Neil Young,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Doobie Brothers,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Cabaret Voltaire,
In Retrospect,
Schoolly D,
Slave,
Eddi Front,
The Birthday Party,
Matthew Halsall,
Peter & Gordon,
The Move,
Mary Jane Girls,
Delon & Dalcan,
Cecil Taylor,
Joey Negro,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Max Romeo,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Roxette,
the Bar-Kays,
The Sound,
Oneida, Oneida, Oneida, Oneida.
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.