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 Burkina and from Columbus.
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 1962 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Beijing.
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 1977 at the first Human League practice in a loft in Sheffield.
I was working on the linndrum 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 Aloha Tigers to the crunk 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 Skriet. All the underground hits.
All Traffic Nightmare tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Last Poets 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rahsaan Roland Kirk 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?
Judy Mowatt,
Sister Nancy,
Arab on Radar,
Los Fastidios,
Flipper,
Fela Kuti,
This Heat,
Nirvana,
Spandau Ballet,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Danielle Patucci,
AZ,
Dual Sessions,
The Zeros,
Cheater Slicks,
The Walker Brothers,
Livin' Joy,
The Blues Magoos,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Smog,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Oneida,
The Index,
New Order,
a-ha,
Ultra Naté,
World's Most,
The Motions,
Trumans Water,
Joe Finger,
Minny Pops,
Neil Young,
Skaos,
E-Dancer,
Clear Light,
Bad Manners,
The Beau Brummels,
Wolf Eyes,
Gabor Szabo,
Supertramp,
Graham Central Station,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Crispian St. Peters,
Television Personalities,
Das Ding,
Hasil Adkins,
Ornette Coleman,
Lyres,
Peter & Gordon,
Panda Bear,
Sonic Youth,
The J.B.'s,
Procol Harum,
Godley & Creme,
EPMD,
Blake Baxter,
Zapp,
Sex Pistols,
The Smoke,
Quando Quango,
Warren Ellis, Warren Ellis, Warren Ellis, Warren Ellis.
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.