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 Jamaica and from Jakarta.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 harpsichord 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 Barry Ungar to the electroclash 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 Jerry's Kids. All the underground hits.
All The Peanut Butter Conspiracy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every MDC 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dual Sessions record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Crispian St. Peters,
David McCallum,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Wings,
Ronnie Foster,
Roxette,
Ossler,
Audionom,
Davy DMX,
the Swans,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Gladiators,
Model 500,
Suicide,
Yazoo,
The Toasters,
Echospace,
Quadrant,
Kayak,
This Heat,
B.T. Express,
Sugar Minott,
The Selecter,
Eddi Front,
The New Christs,
Jeru the Damaja,
MDC,
The Tremeloes,
The Fire Engines,
Ice-T,
Alison Limerick,
Moss Icon,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Flash Fearless,
Ponytail,
Popol Vuh,
Rekid,
Crash Course in Science,
Banda Bassotti,
Kerrie Biddell,
Amon Düül II,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Leonard Cohen,
Q65,
Barry Ungar,
Rakim,
Deepchord,
The Wake,
The Raincoats,
Suburban Knight,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Harmonia,
Marshall Jefferson,
Derrick Morgan,
Minnie Riperton,
The J.B.'s,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Brand Nubian,
R.M.O.,
Fela Kuti,
DJ Sneak, DJ Sneak, DJ Sneak, DJ Sneak.
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.