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 Singapore and from Johannesburg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1963 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 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 Man Parrish to the disco kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 MC5. All the underground hits.
All Bluetip tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every LL Cool J 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 marimba and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a New Age Steppers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bobby Hutcherson,
Masters at Work,
EPMD,
Johnny Clarke,
The Busters,
Mars,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Sonics,
Newcleus,
The Human League,
Alice Coltrane,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Soft Cell,
Spoonie Gee,
Throbbing Gristle,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
F. McDonald,
Pharoah Sanders,
the Human League,
The Music Machine,
Freddie Wadling,
Loose Ends,
Gong,
Parry Music,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Donald Byrd,
CMW,
Pulsallama,
the Bar-Kays,
The Beau Brummels,
Gregory Isaacs,
D'Angelo,
Johnny Osbourne,
Icehouse,
The Mummies,
The Electric Prunes,
the Fania All-Stars,
Agitation Free,
The Flesh Eaters,
Ken Boothe,
Kayak,
June of 44,
Organ,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Martian,
Japan,
Wings,
Hot Snakes,
Don Cherry,
The Fire Engines,
Joensuu 1685,
China Crisis,
Sandy B,
Nils Olav,
Sight & Sound,
Wolf Eyes,
Porter Ricks,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Associates,
Little Man, Little Man, Little Man, Little Man.
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.