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 Togo and from Calgary.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Selector Dub Narcotic to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Amazonics. All the underground hits.
All Pulsallama tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Joe Smooth record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a A Certain Ratio record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Excepter,
Vladislav Delay,
Hoover,
Archie Shepp,
CMW,
Junior Murvin,
Robert Wyatt,
Rotary Connection,
Visage,
The Knickerbockers,
Tres Demented,
Supertramp,
The Wake,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
the Association,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Underground Resistance,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Model 500,
Derrick Morgan,
Big Daddy Kane,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Spandau Ballet,
Youth Brigade,
Thompson Twins,
Urselle,
Moebius,
Lyres,
Wally Richardson,
The Skatalites,
Angry Samoans,
Banda Bassotti,
Judy Mowatt,
JFA,
Goldenarms,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Kenny Larkin,
Young Marble Giants,
China Crisis,
The Pop Group,
Matthew Bourne,
Scan 7,
The Divine Comedy,
Fluxion,
Hasil Adkins,
Nation of Ulysses,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Donald Byrd,
Suburban Knight,
The Toasters,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Erykah Badu,
Johnny Clarke,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Jacques Brel,
The Martian,
Piero Umiliani,
Groovy Waters,
Howard Jones,
Max Romeo,
Rod Modell, Rod Modell, Rod Modell, Rod Modell.
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.