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 Korea North and from Spokane.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 1975 at the first Throbbing Gristle practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the mellotron 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 Ultramagnetic MC's to the funk 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 Gladiators. All the underground hits.
All Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Surgeon 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Japan record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Barrington Levy,
The Five Americans,
Blossom Toes,
Popol Vuh,
Hardrive,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Television Personalities,
Jacob Miller,
the Association,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Zapp,
Slick Rick,
Can,
Darondo,
Man Eating Sloth,
X-Ray Spex,
Lebanon Hanover,
Alphaville,
Althea and Donna,
The Electric Prunes,
Kurtis Blow,
Supertramp,
Terrestrial Tones,
L. Decosne,
Roy Ayers,
Circle Jerks,
Clear Light,
Sandy B,
Idris Muhammad,
T. Rex,
Sällskapet,
Swell Maps,
Gastr Del Sol,
Arab on Radar,
Stetsasonic,
U.S. Maple,
Intrusion,
Kerri Chandler,
Juan Atkins,
Boredoms,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
10cc,
Second Layer,
This Heat,
Metal Thangz,
The Pretty Things,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Motorama,
The Real Kids,
Kayak,
Cal Tjader,
Suicide,
The Index,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Eden Ahbez,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Junior Murvin,
Sonny Sharrock,
Soul Sonic Force,
Stereo Dub,
Grey Daturas,
Schoolly D, Schoolly D, Schoolly D, Schoolly D.
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.