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 Luxembourg and from Spokane.
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 1966 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Animal Collective to the funk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Underground Resistance. All the underground hits.
All Neil Young & Crazy Horse tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every PIL 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Crispy Ambulance,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Searchers,
Sandy B,
Prince Buster,
Anakelly,
Bauhaus,
Alton Ellis,
Drexciya,
Mary Jane Girls,
Byron Stingily,
Gang Gang Dance,
Pet Shop Boys,
10cc,
Wolf Eyes,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Interpol,
Anthony Braxton,
David Bowie,
Public Image Ltd.,
Stereo Dub,
Flipper,
Todd Rundgren,
Loose Ends,
Nation of Ulysses,
the Sonics,
The Slackers,
Quadrant,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Judy Mowatt,
Mantronix,
Jeff Lynne,
Gang Starr,
Arthur Verocai,
Banda Bassotti,
Gichy Dan,
Lalo Schifrin,
John Coltrane,
Scientists,
Minor Threat,
K-Klass,
Gang Green,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Wasted Youth,
Half Japanese,
Robert Wyatt,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Rekid,
Moebius,
Drive Like Jehu,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Moleskins,
Vainqueur,
8 Eyed Spy,
Lou Christie,
Sugar Minott,
Popol Vuh,
Excepter,
Jeru the Damaja,
Lyres, Lyres, Lyres, Lyres.
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.