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 Seychelles and from London.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Monks to the rock kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Fort Wilson Riot. All the underground hits.
All The Remains tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Seeds record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pantaleimon record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Last Poets,
Warren Ellis,
Flipper,
These Immortal Souls,
Blancmange,
Gregory Isaacs,
Girls At Our Best!,
R.M.O.,
Joensuu 1685,
Unrelated Segments,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Qualms,
Skarface,
Prince Buster,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Nik Kershaw,
KRS-One,
Alton Ellis,
Can,
The Techniques,
Siglo XX,
UT,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Con Funk Shun,
The Velvet Underground,
The Invisible,
Simply Red,
Moebius,
Rod Modell,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Echospace,
Stetsasonic,
Connie Case,
The Fuzztones,
Stiv Bators,
Accadde A,
Nas,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Associates,
Soul Sonic Force,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Minor Threat,
Eric Dolphy,
Minnie Riperton,
Television Personalities,
Michelle Simonal,
T. Rex,
The Grass Roots,
the Fania All-Stars,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Charles Mingus,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Donald Byrd,
Crispian St. Peters,
Albert Ayler,
Cal Tjader,
Juan Atkins,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Vainqueur,
X-Ray Spex,
Bobby Sherman, Bobby Sherman, Bobby Sherman, Bobby Sherman.
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.