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 Liechtenstein and from Tokyo.
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 1961 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 snare 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 Scott Walker to the grime kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Cal Tjader. All the underground hits.
All Art Ensemble Of Chicago tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Doobie Brothers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Nation of Ulysses record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rapeman,
Aaron Thompson,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Flash Fearless,
Mark Hollis,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Eric Copeland,
Wasted Youth,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
the Association,
The Black Dice,
Duran Duran,
Andrew Hill,
Harpers Bizarre,
Tomorrow,
Black Sheep,
Wolf Eyes,
Stockholm Monsters,
Oneida,
Radio Birdman,
Sugar Minott,
The Leaves,
Ice-T,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Blues Magoos,
Cheater Slicks,
Warsaw,
Stereo Dub,
Kaleidoscope,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Matthew Bourne,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Wally Richardson,
Moebius,
Arab on Radar,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Durutti Column,
Ronan,
the Bar-Kays,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Bush Tetras,
The Happenings,
Surgeon,
L. Decosne,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Blossom Toes,
KRS-One,
Fluxion,
the Germs,
Basic Channel,
X-Ray Spex,
The Smiths,
Monolake,
OOIOO,
Livin' Joy,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Cure,
Marcia Griffiths,
Can,
Letta Mbulu, Letta Mbulu, Letta Mbulu, Letta Mbulu.
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.