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 Cambodia and from Sao Paulo.
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 1965 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Halifax 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the güiro 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 Fire Engines to the rap kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft. All the underground hits.
All Terrestrial Tones tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Move record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Swell Maps record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lou Christie,
Kevin Saunderson,
Metal Thangz,
The Skatalites,
Dave Gahan,
Arthur Verocai,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Sound Behaviour,
Drexciya,
Altered Images,
Oneida,
Swell Maps,
The Fugs,
Fear,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Malaria!,
Mr. Review,
Pantaleimon,
Tim Buckley,
New Age Steppers,
Clear Light,
Wire,
Tom Boy,
Roger Hodgson,
Carl Craig,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Fortunes,
Charles Mingus,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
AZ,
The Index,
Brothers Johnson,
Gichy Dan,
The Black Dice,
D'Angelo,
10cc,
Throbbing Gristle,
Fela Kuti,
Josef K,
The Invisible,
Robert Hood,
Crash Course in Science,
Erykah Badu,
La Düsseldorf,
Excepter,
Roxy Music,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Royal Trux,
Thompson Twins,
Gang Starr,
Mad Mike,
Fugazi,
The Gun Club,
Jerry's Kids,
Kerrie Biddell,
Aural Exciters,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Easy Going,
The Saints,
Fluxion, Fluxion, Fluxion, Fluxion.
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.