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 Azerbaijan and from Tokyo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1969 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 oboe 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 DJ Sneak to the funk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 The Offenders. All the underground hits.
All Red Lorry Yellow Lorry tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Clear Light record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Derrick Morgan record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Arcadia,
Derrick May,
A Certain Ratio,
The Busters,
Gregory Isaacs,
Pagans,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Liliput,
The Black Dice,
Scratch Acid,
Fad Gadget,
KRS-One,
Yazoo,
Bad Manners,
Pantaleimon,
Letta Mbulu,
Little Man,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Angels of Light,
Gang Gang Dance,
Unrelated Segments,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Residents,
Buzzcocks,
Donny Hathaway,
Brothers Johnson,
Slick Rick,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Aloha Tigers,
Pierre Henry,
John Lydon,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Alice Coltrane,
Eve St. Jones,
The Barracudas,
the Bar-Kays,
Sex Pistols,
Country Teasers,
Erasure,
Goldenarms,
Hashim,
Dawn Penn,
Zapp,
a-ha,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Second Layer,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Harry Pussy,
The Five Americans,
Zero Boys,
Big Daddy Kane,
Scion,
Royal Trux,
John Cale,
Fugazi,
Moebius,
Soft Machine,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Soul II Soul,
Rosa Yemen, Rosa Yemen, Rosa Yemen, Rosa Yemen.
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.