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 Equatorial Guinea and from Tehran.
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 1963 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Agent Orange to the dance 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 Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds. All the underground hits.
All Josef K tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nas record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sixth Finger record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sun City Girls,
Soul Sonic Force,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Sight & Sound,
Arab on Radar,
Bang On A Can,
Dual Sessions,
The Red Krayola,
Skarface,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Quando Quango,
Godley & Creme,
Maleditus Sound,
Pierre Henry,
Alice Coltrane,
The Vogues,
Quantec,
Scratch Acid,
Massinfluence,
The Zeros,
Roxy Music,
Agent Orange,
Davy DMX,
Unwound,
Visage,
Underground Resistance,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Sixth Finger,
cv313,
Scientists,
Marc Almond,
The Buckinghams,
Sound Behaviour,
MC5,
Erasure,
Buzzcocks,
The Litter,
Von Mondo,
Cal Tjader,
Yazoo,
Khruangbin,
Saccharine Trust,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Ornette Coleman,
The Star Department,
KRS-One,
48th St. Collective,
DJ Sneak,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Funky Four + One,
Hashim,
Terry Callier,
Smog,
Intrusion,
Crispy Ambulance,
Excepter,
Todd Terry,
Soft Machine,
Babytalk,
The Wake,
Suicide,
Second Layer,
Grandmaster Flash,
Arthur Verocai, Arthur Verocai, Arthur Verocai, Arthur Verocai.
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.