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 Mali and from Bremen.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1961 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog to the punk 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 Inner City. All the underground hits.
All Lee Hazlewood tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Big Daddy Kane record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 synthesizer and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Kinks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bluetip,
Theoretical Girls,
Q65,
Dual Sessions,
Depeche Mode,
Ronan,
DJ Sneak,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Lower 48,
Masters at Work,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Ten City,
Donald Byrd,
Barry Ungar,
David Axelrod,
Visage,
Soul Sonic Force,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
World's Most,
Section 25,
Lalo Schifrin,
Colin Newman,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Durutti Column,
Oneida,
Connie Case,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Evens,
Blake Baxter,
The Techniques,
Grey Daturas,
Ludus,
Scion,
Bobby Byrd,
Lightning Bolt,
Bang On A Can,
The Cosmic Jokers,
James White and The Blacks,
The Slits,
Matthew Bourne,
Chris & Cosey,
Fatback Band,
Aloha Tigers,
Cybotron,
Wally Richardson,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Seeds,
Darondo,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Flash Fearless,
Gang Gang Dance,
Sun City Girls,
Electric Prunes,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Funky Four + One,
The Gap Band,
Johnny Clarke,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Al Stewart,
Marshall Jefferson, Marshall Jefferson, Marshall Jefferson, Marshall Jefferson.
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.