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 Maldives and from Lagos.
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 1969 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 The Knickerbockers to the grime 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 Hasil Adkins. All the underground hits.
All Dark Day tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jeff Mills record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Thinking Fellers Union Local 282 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Animal Collective,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Maurizio,
Average White Band,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Funky Four + One,
June Days,
Sex Pistols,
Tres Demented,
Idris Muhammad,
Scratch Acid,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Index,
Lou Christie,
Aaron Thompson,
The Sisters of Mercy,
John Holt,
Roxy Music,
Chris Corsano,
A Certain Ratio,
Warsaw,
ABBA,
K-Klass,
One Last Wish,
Thompson Twins,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Pretty Things,
Barbara Tucker,
World's Most,
Franke,
David Axelrod,
Scrapy,
Jerry's Kids,
Jerry Gold Smith,
8 Eyed Spy,
Gregory Isaacs,
Kas Product,
The Victims,
Gang Gang Dance,
Johnny Clarke,
Bluetip,
Arthur Verocai,
Skaos,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Ken Boothe,
Main Source,
The Vogues,
Morten Harket,
Sonny Sharrock,
Crash Course in Science,
Donny Hathaway,
The Angels of Light,
Marc Almond,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Wire,
Tom Boy,
The Fugs,
Trumans Water,
Delon & Dalcan,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Dorothy Ashby, Dorothy Ashby, Dorothy Ashby, Dorothy Ashby.
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.