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 Finland and from Jakarta.
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 1967 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 David Axelrod to the punk 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 Pussy Galore. All the underground hits.
All Drive Like Jehu tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Victims 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pierre Henry record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Television Personalities,
Motorama,
Absolute Body Control,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Delon & Dalcan,
Andrew Hill,
Sexual Harrassment,
Spoonie Gee,
Lou Christie,
Scion,
Jeff Mills,
KRS-One,
These Immortal Souls,
Mission of Burma,
Delta 5,
Grauzone,
Gastr Del Sol,
F. McDonald,
Marine Girls,
Lindisfarne,
The Barracudas,
Skaos,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Stetsasonic,
Bauhaus,
Aswad,
Soul Sonic Force,
David McCallum,
Franke,
MDC,
The Techniques,
Ponytail,
The Blues Magoos,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Altered Images,
Minnie Riperton,
Toni Rubio,
Panda Bear,
The Fortunes,
Robert Wyatt,
The Pretty Things,
Country Teasers,
Amazonics,
Bootsy Collins,
Flash Fearless,
Average White Band,
Crime,
Girls At Our Best!,
Second Layer,
Hoover,
Wasted Youth,
Shuggie Otis,
Ituana,
Henry Cow,
Yusef Lateef,
The Grass Roots,
the Germs,
Darondo,
Fluxion,
Spandau Ballet,
Blancmange,
The Fall,
Eric Dolphy, Eric Dolphy, Eric Dolphy, Eric Dolphy.
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.