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 Mozambique and from Cairo.
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 1961 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 Holger Czukay 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 Bad Manners to the rock kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Severed Heads. All the underground hits.
All Bootsy Collins tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gang Starr 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Trumans Water record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Talk Talk,
Gerry Rafferty,
Minutemen,
The Divine Comedy,
Hashim,
The Wake,
Kas Product,
Rapeman,
The Mummies,
Stockholm Monsters,
Blancmange,
Charles Mingus,
The Moleskins,
Terry Callier,
the Normal,
Bobby Byrd,
Mandrill,
Moss Icon,
World's Most,
Kaleidoscope,
The Associates,
Rosa Yemen,
Fear,
the Association,
Minor Threat,
The Searchers,
The Kinks,
The Fall,
Gang of Four,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Brand Nubian,
Popol Vuh,
Spandau Ballet,
Camouflage,
Heaven 17,
Kevin Saunderson,
B.T. Express,
Jandek,
The Gap Band,
Sällskapet,
the Soft Cell,
Eric B and Rakim,
Crime,
Bill Wells,
Marvin Gaye,
Glambeats Corp.,
Barrington Levy,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
48th St. Collective,
Lucky Dragons,
Country Teasers,
Suburban Knight,
Yazoo,
Blossom Toes,
Schoolly D,
Carl Craig,
Boogie Down Productions,
Average White Band, Average White Band, Average White Band, Average White Band.
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.