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 China and from Manchester.
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 1969 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 sitar 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 The Trojans to the funk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 UT. All the underground hits.
All Electric Light Orchestra tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Flesh Eaters record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Loose Ends record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jeru the Damaja,
Gang Starr,
Kas Product,
Slave,
The American Breed,
The Slackers,
Byron Stingily,
Jerry's Kids,
Blake Baxter,
Laurel Aitken,
Newcleus,
Public Image Ltd.,
Peter & Gordon,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Clear Light,
E-Dancer,
The Birthday Party,
Idris Muhammad,
Eric B and Rakim,
Eden Ahbez,
Animal Collective,
The Gap Band,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Nils Olav,
The Fire Engines,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
a-ha,
Funky Four + One,
Wings,
The Names,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Electric Prunes,
Cameo,
Motorama,
Bill Near,
The Beau Brummels,
Ohio Players,
Alice Coltrane,
Funkadelic,
The Barracudas,
Kevin Saunderson,
Guru Guru,
Andrew Hill,
Average White Band,
Adolescents,
The Motions,
Gregory Isaacs,
Pantytec,
Todd Terry,
Grauzone,
The Victims,
Warsaw,
Dark Day,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
T.S.O.L.,
Black Sheep,
Scrapy,
Eurythmics,
Oneida,
Grey Daturas,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Gories,
Brothers Johnson,
Black Moon, Black Moon, Black Moon, Black Moon.
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.