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 Samoa and from Accra.
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 1968 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Black Dice to the disco kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Lakeside. All the underground hits.
All Niagra tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every A Certain Ratio 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 guitar and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Arthur Verocai record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bobby Hutcherson,
New Age Steppers,
Rapeman,
the Sonics,
Pantytec,
The Moody Blues,
Reagan Youth,
Nirvana,
Fat Boys,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Subhumans,
The Techniques,
E-Dancer,
Eddi Front,
Johnny Osbourne,
Radiopuhelimet,
Neu!,
The Gories,
The Five Americans,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Cal Tjader,
Aural Exciters,
The Cure,
Das Ding,
Albert Ayler,
The Stooges,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Happenings,
Technova,
Sandy B,
The Angels of Light,
Lebanon Hanover,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Bad Manners,
Can,
Connie Case,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Hashim,
Marc Almond,
Sound Behaviour,
The Names,
Sugar Minott,
Kerrie Biddell,
Stiv Bators,
Thompson Twins,
Faraquet,
The Motions,
Ronan,
Goldenarms,
The Smiths,
Aaron Thompson,
Ralphi Rosario,
Mad Mike,
The Grass Roots,
The Sonics,
Flamin' Groovies,
Eurythmics,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Khruangbin,
Black Sheep,
Barrington Levy,
The Smoke, The Smoke, The Smoke, The Smoke.
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.