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 Papua New Guinea and from Halifax.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 1976 at the first Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the linndrum 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 Robert Hood to the rap 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 Stereo Dub. All the underground hits.
All B.T. Express tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 an oboe and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Peter & Gordon record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Altered Images,
The Shadows of Knight,
Trumans Water,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Index,
Lindisfarne,
Fear,
Byron Stingily,
Gabor Szabo,
Ludus,
Girls At Our Best!,
Pet Shop Boys,
Au Pairs,
Ronnie Foster,
Matthew Bourne,
Lower 48,
Hashim,
A Certain Ratio,
Lou Reed,
Don Cherry,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Make Up,
Rod Modell,
Oneida,
The Martian,
E-Dancer,
the Fania All-Stars,
Gregory Isaacs,
Negative Approach,
Soft Cell,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Monks,
Guru Guru,
John Foxx,
Goldenarms,
Davy DMX,
Roger Hodgson,
Newcleus,
Robert Görl,
Leonard Cohen,
Lalann,
Faraquet,
Intrusion,
Dorothy Ashby,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Reagan Youth,
The Golliwogs,
Bush Tetras,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
cv313,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Andrew Hill,
The Motions,
Dead Boys,
Bootsy Collins,
Warsaw,
Groovy Waters,
Black Bananas,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Excepter,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
KRS-One, KRS-One, KRS-One, KRS-One.
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.