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 Malta and from Toronto.
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 1966 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth to the grime kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Matthew Halsall. All the underground hits.
All Suburban Knight tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Drexciya 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a New Age Steppers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bootsy Collins,
Matthew Bourne,
The Saints,
Connie Case,
It's A Beautiful Day,
a-ha,
Gang Starr,
Barrington Levy,
Malaria!,
Can,
The Seeds,
Qualms,
John Cale,
R.M.O.,
Arab on Radar,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Hardrive,
CMW,
Charles Mingus,
Ossler,
Grey Daturas,
Franke,
Lalo Schifrin,
Brothers Johnson,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Happenings,
The Standells,
Q and Not U,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Dawn Penn,
The Dave Clark Five,
the Swans,
Danielle Patucci,
Surgeon,
ABC,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Buckinghams,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Tears for Fears,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Quando Quango,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Echospace,
Wasted Youth,
Basic Channel,
Nirvana,
The Blackbyrds,
Tim Buckley,
Frankie Knuckles,
Sugar Minott,
Skriet,
Archie Shepp,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Pop Group,
Pere Ubu,
48th St. Collective,
Ice-T,
Albert Ayler,
Delta 5,
Desert Stars,
John Holt,
Reuben Wilson,
Terry Callier,
Supertramp,
Camberwell Now, Camberwell Now, Camberwell Now, Camberwell Now.
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.