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 Barbados and from Salvador.
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 1963 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 1976 at the first Buzzcocks practice in a loft in Bolton.
I was working on the snare 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 Jerry Gold Smith to the disco 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 John Holt. All the underground hits.
All Theoretical Girls tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Arcadia 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 spring reverb and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Darondo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gregory Isaacs,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Q and Not U,
Gabor Szabo,
Carl Craig,
Delta 5,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Lucky Dragons,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Victims,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Rakim,
Lee Hazlewood,
World's Most,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Last Poets,
China Crisis,
Pere Ubu,
Davy DMX,
Au Pairs,
Brothers Johnson,
Yusef Lateef,
The Beau Brummels,
The Sonics,
Moss Icon,
Robert Hood,
The Leaves,
The Star Department,
The Birthday Party,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Fugazi,
The Angels of Light,
The Golliwogs,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Magma,
The Trojans,
Oneida,
Amon Düül II,
The Walker Brothers,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Faust,
Funkadelic,
Byron Stingily,
Minor Threat,
Kenny Larkin,
Tomorrow,
Average White Band,
The Selecter,
Terry Callier,
Ultra Naté,
The Cramps,
The Shadows of Knight,
June of 44,
Inner City,
Circle Jerks,
Boz Scaggs,
10cc,
Shuggie Otis,
Jesper Dahlback,
Alice Coltrane,
Porter Ricks,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Black Sheep, Black Sheep, Black Sheep, Black Sheep.
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.