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 Libya and from Manchester.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Spoonie Gee to the rap kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Tomorrow. All the underground hits.
All Bobby Womack tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every D'Angelo 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pole record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Association,
The United States of America,
The Residents,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Dennis Brown,
Gastr Del Sol,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Jeff Mills,
Adolescents,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Tom Boy,
Sandy B,
The Tremeloes,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Eve St. Jones,
E-Dancer,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Gregory Isaacs,
PIL,
Lindisfarne,
Radiohead,
Grey Daturas,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Minnie Riperton,
Schoolly D,
Ossler,
Funky Four + One,
Basic Channel,
The Angels of Light,
Robert Wyatt,
Alison Limerick,
Jawbox,
Siglo XX,
Cybotron,
Main Source,
the Sonics,
Derrick May,
Byron Stingily,
Depeche Mode,
Josef K,
Bill Wells,
The Seeds,
Unrelated Segments,
Lakeside,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Boz Scaggs,
OOIOO,
Juan Atkins,
Deadbeat,
Neil Young,
Nick Fraelich,
EPMD,
Lee Hazlewood,
Sun City Girls,
Black Sheep,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Cymande,
The Human League,
Maurizio,
Eric B and Rakim,
Young Marble Giants,
Avey Tare, Avey Tare, Avey Tare, Avey Tare.
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.