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 Kiribati and from Jakarta.
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 1964 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the marimba 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 Eric B and Rakim to the techno kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Kinks. All the underground hits.
All Roxette tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jawbox 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Scion record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Traffic Nightmare,
Crash Course in Science,
Pussy Galore,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
A Certain Ratio,
Scan 7,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Angry Samoans,
Terrestrial Tones,
Supertramp,
Sexual Harrassment,
Kayak,
The Divine Comedy,
Todd Rundgren,
Flash Fearless,
Jeru the Damaja,
Theoretical Girls,
Malaria!,
The Slackers,
Derrick May,
The Dead C,
Black Sheep,
Ornette Coleman,
Anthony Braxton,
Zapp,
Matthew Halsall,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
David Axelrod,
The Last Poets,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Nation of Ulysses,
Mandrill,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
James White and The Blacks,
Graham Central Station,
Skriet,
Arthur Verocai,
Godley & Creme,
Youth Brigade,
Eden Ahbez,
Letta Mbulu,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Litter,
Magazine,
Panda Bear,
Loose Ends,
Hardrive,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Cramps,
The Slits,
Wings,
Parry Music,
Pantaleimon,
Roxette,
48th St. Collective,
Alice Coltrane,
The Blackbyrds,
Can,
Kerrie Biddell,
Chris Corsano,
Brothers Johnson,
Das Ding,
Beasts of Bourbon,
These Immortal Souls, These Immortal Souls, These Immortal Souls, These Immortal Souls.
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.