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 Mauritania and from Madrid.
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 Toronto and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Magma 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 Supertramp. All the underground hits.
All Marc Almond tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Minny Pops record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Shuggie Otis record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Blues Magoos,
Marshall Jefferson,
T.S.O.L.,
Gang Starr,
48th St. Collective,
Shuggie Otis,
Blake Baxter,
Agent Orange,
Alison Limerick,
Grauzone,
Silicon Teens,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Sight & Sound,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
R.M.O.,
This Heat,
A Certain Ratio,
Swell Maps,
Bobby Womack,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Eli Mardock,
Dual Sessions,
The Slackers,
Carl Craig,
Basic Channel,
Popol Vuh,
Funky Four + One,
Man Eating Sloth,
Letta Mbulu,
PIL,
Pylon,
Organ,
Don Cherry,
Fugazi,
Inner City,
Flamin' Groovies,
X-Ray Spex,
Eden Ahbez,
Arcadia,
Sarah Menescal,
Fluxion,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Arab on Radar,
Minor Threat,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Khruangbin,
a-ha,
Lyres,
The Real Kids,
Johnny Clarke,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
ABC,
Crime,
Ice-T,
Kurtis Blow,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Tim Buckley,
The Fire Engines,
Hardrive,
Minutemen,
Jesper Dahlbäck, Jesper Dahlbäck, Jesper Dahlbäck, Jesper Dahlbäck.
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.