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 Jordan and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1960 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 chamberlin 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 Fuzztones to the funk 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 Essential Logic. All the underground hits.
All Reuben Wilson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Motions 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Idris Muhammad record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Soft Machine,
K-Klass,
Suicide,
Ituana,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
the Soft Cell,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Wasted Youth,
Peter & Gordon,
Eli Mardock,
The Tremeloes,
Yusef Lateef,
Warsaw,
Organ,
Drexciya,
Youth Brigade,
Tres Demented,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Gang Gang Dance,
Y Pants,
Scientists,
Tropical Tobacco,
Amon Düül II,
Make Up,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Hardrive,
Rhythm & Sound,
Interpol,
Rufus Thomas,
The Index,
Joy Division,
Barrington Levy,
Boogie Down Productions,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Marc Almond,
Max Romeo,
Rapeman,
Sound Behaviour,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Saccharine Trust,
June of 44,
Alice Coltrane,
Royal Trux,
Infiniti,
The Birthday Party,
Sparks,
Kurtis Blow,
Young Marble Giants,
Basic Channel,
Eric Copeland,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Nils Olav,
The Divine Comedy,
Roger Hodgson,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Invisible,
Hasil Adkins,
The Misunderstood,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Bronski Beat,
Sandy B,
Ultimate Spinach,
Barbara Tucker,
Crispy Ambulance, Crispy Ambulance, Crispy Ambulance, Crispy Ambulance.
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.