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 Kuwait 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 1963 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Blossom Toes to the grime 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 Barrington Levy. All the underground hits.
All Excepter tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Average White Band record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fela Kuti record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bootsy Collins,
Silicon Teens,
Young Marble Giants,
Hoover,
Jeff Mills,
Sister Nancy,
Sound Behaviour,
Boredoms,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Mad Mike,
Johnny Osbourne,
Procol Harum,
Cal Tjader,
Smog,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Shoche,
Scratch Acid,
Wings,
Agitation Free,
MDC,
Bluetip,
Aloha Tigers,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Neil Young,
Sex Pistols,
Pagans,
Zapp,
the Bar-Kays,
Cluster,
Bobby Byrd,
Minnie Riperton,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Animal Collective,
Isaac Hayes,
Warsaw,
Erykah Badu,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Joyce Sims,
KRS-One,
Suburban Knight,
The Blues Magoos,
Gabor Szabo,
Chris Corsano,
The Alarm Clocks,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Rufus Thomas,
Livin' Joy,
Harpers Bizarre,
Pierre Henry,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Joensuu 1685,
Moby Grape,
Crispian St. Peters,
Easy Going,
Rod Modell,
Howard Jones,
Y Pants,
The Grass Roots,
Mark Hollis, Mark Hollis, Mark Hollis, Mark Hollis.
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.