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 Bhutan and from Lagos.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the snare 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 Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth to the rock kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Darondo. All the underground hits.
All Basic Channel tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Crime record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 spring reverb and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Public Enemy,
Dawn Penn,
Barbara Tucker,
Liliput,
Bootsy Collins,
MC5,
The Mojo Men,
Soul II Soul,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Lou Christie,
Animal Collective,
Eve St. Jones,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Avey Tare,
Wolf Eyes,
Tropical Tobacco,
Alton Ellis,
Steve Hackett,
Bluetip,
B.T. Express,
Stiv Bators,
Pulsallama,
Rosa Yemen,
Altered Images,
Spoonie Gee,
Maleditus Sound,
Angry Samoans,
Leonard Cohen,
The Fire Engines,
Eurythmics,
The Saints,
Nils Olav,
Junior Murvin,
The Doors,
Eric B and Rakim,
Panda Bear,
Neil Young,
Letta Mbulu,
Mad Mike,
Yellowson,
The Sisters of Mercy,
James White and The Blacks,
Bill Wells,
Fluxion,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Radiohead,
Index,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Flesh Eaters,
Boogie Down Productions,
DNA,
8 Eyed Spy,
Reagan Youth,
Rekid,
The Barracudas,
Rufus Thomas,
Danielle Patucci,
The Moleskins,
The Dirtbombs,
Severed Heads,
The Fuzztones,
Thompson Twins,
Half Japanese, Half Japanese, Half Japanese, Half Japanese.
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.