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 Sudan and from Philadelphia.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the mellotron 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 The Birthday Party to the rap kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Dennis Brown. All the underground hits.
All Quantec tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jimmy McGriff record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Stereo Dub record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Grass Roots,
Delon & Dalcan,
Shuggie Otis,
Byron Stingily,
Black Sheep,
Donald Byrd,
Lindisfarne,
Hot Snakes,
Sound Behaviour,
The Trojans,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Desert Stars,
Panda Bear,
Peter & Gordon,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Newcleus,
The Slackers,
Vladislav Delay,
Nirvana,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
OOIOO,
Trumans Water,
Derrick May,
Thee Headcoats,
Subhumans,
MDC,
Wings,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
AZ,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Cluster,
Kool Moe Dee,
Blossom Toes,
Visage,
The Wake,
Bad Manners,
Theoretical Girls,
Sight & Sound,
Swell Maps,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
John Lydon,
Little Man,
Pere Ubu,
Motorama,
Marshall Jefferson,
Tim Buckley,
Los Fastidios,
The Slits,
Public Image Ltd.,
Nick Fraelich,
Spandau Ballet,
The Offenders,
The Litter,
The Martian,
Bobby Byrd,
Mark Hollis,
Soul II Soul,
Tom Boy, Tom Boy, Tom Boy, Tom Boy.
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.