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 Ivory Coast and from Cairo.
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 1968 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in 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 Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo to the grime 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 Lou Christie. All the underground hits.
All Don Cherry tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sixth Finger record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Slave record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Funky Four + One,
Country Teasers,
Todd Terry,
the Sonics,
Leonard Cohen,
Cybotron,
Niagra,
The Sound,
Vladislav Delay,
Arab on Radar,
cv313,
Gregory Isaacs,
D'Angelo,
Kerrie Biddell,
Nirvana,
The Toasters,
The Residents,
Pagans,
David Bowie,
Crispian St. Peters,
Audionom,
Buzzcocks,
Parry Music,
Minutemen,
Brass Construction,
Radiohead,
Chris Corsano,
The Names,
Prince Buster,
the Germs,
Q and Not U,
H. Thieme,
The Raincoats,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Porter Ricks,
The Gap Band,
Cecil Taylor,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Groovy Waters,
Interpol,
Marmalade,
Circle Jerks,
PIL,
The Happenings,
Lou Christie,
Grey Daturas,
Kool Moe Dee,
Brick,
New Age Steppers,
Warsaw,
Sonic Youth,
JFA,
Donny Hathaway,
Grauzone,
48th St. Collective,
Liliput,
Slick Rick,
Ornette Coleman,
Minnie Riperton,
Wolf Eyes,
Henry Cow,
Bill Wells,
Roxy Music,
Mr. Review, Mr. Review, Mr. Review, Mr. Review.
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.