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 Guinea and from London.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 1977 at the first Human League practice in a loft in Sheffield.
I was working on the linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Skatalites to the jazz 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 Ken Boothe. All the underground hits.
All Swell Maps tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Crash Course in Science 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ronnie Foster record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Kurtis Blow,
Althea and Donna,
Tommy Roe,
Ice-T,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Wolf Eyes,
Blossom Toes,
The Dirtbombs,
Jimmy McGriff,
James White and The Blacks,
Con Funk Shun,
Ash Ra Tempel,
the Association,
Jesper Dahlback,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Nas,
UT,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Ultravox,
Electric Prunes,
the Soft Cell,
Pylon,
Mr. Review,
Delta 5,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Fortunes,
Lucky Dragons,
FM Einheit,
Crispy Ambulance,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Newcleus,
The Moody Blues,
The Seeds,
Eli Mardock,
The Cowsills,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Saints,
Anthony Braxton,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Vladislav Delay,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Albert Ayler,
K-Klass,
John Cale,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Red Krayola,
EPMD,
Quando Quango,
Drive Like Jehu,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Young Rascals,
Trumans Water,
X-102,
Frankie Knuckles,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Skatalites,
Symarip,
Grauzone,
Kerri Chandler, Kerri Chandler, Kerri Chandler, Kerri Chandler.
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.