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 Uzbekistan and from Accra.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Buzzcocks show in Bolton.
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 1961 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 Captain Beefheart 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 Aswad to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Sixth Finger tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Mighty Diamonds 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 an arpeggiator and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a T.S.O.L. record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jeff Mills,
Prince Buster,
The Leaves,
John Foxx,
Drive Like Jehu,
Marine Girls,
One Last Wish,
Johnny Clarke,
Von Mondo,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
48th St. Collective,
Crispian St. Peters,
Hot Snakes,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Matthew Bourne,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Byron Stingily,
Traffic Nightmare,
Das Ding,
Electric Prunes,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Trumans Water,
Ralphi Rosario,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Thompson Twins,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Arab on Radar,
The Slits,
Subhumans,
Ponytail,
Slave,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Remains,
Parry Music,
Surgeon,
Cameo,
Cheater Slicks,
Alton Ellis,
D'Angelo,
Bang On A Can,
Skriet,
Cecil Taylor,
Heaven 17,
Ultravox,
Gang Starr,
Connie Case,
Magma,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
New York Dolls,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Dave Clark Five,
Todd Rundgren,
Niagra,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Eddi Front,
Bobby Byrd,
Man Parrish,
Man Eating Sloth,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Sex Pistols,
Anakelly,
Idris Muhammad,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine, Major Organ And The Adding Machine, Major Organ And The Adding Machine, Major Organ And The Adding Machine.
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.