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 Comoros and from Bologna.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia 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 1960 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Manila.
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 1975 at the first Throbbing Gristle practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Pussy Galore to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Girls At Our Best!. All the underground hits.
All Louis and Bebe Barron tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sugar Minott record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 guitar and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Frankie Knuckles record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Flash Fearless,
The Velvet Underground,
Donny Hathaway,
Bobby Sherman,
EPMD,
Au Pairs,
Quadrant,
Magazine,
Skarface,
Roxy Music,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Tomorrow,
Outsiders,
Adolescents,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Marc Almond,
The Gladiators,
The Buckinghams,
The Residents,
Jawbox,
Public Enemy,
Absolute Body Control,
Lou Christie,
Nils Olav,
A Certain Ratio,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Harry Pussy,
Sex Pistols,
The Vogues,
Gregory Isaacs,
Kool Moe Dee,
Massinfluence,
Arab on Radar,
MC5,
The Last Poets,
Kaleidoscope,
Con Funk Shun,
Trumans Water,
Von Mondo,
Can,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Ronan,
D'Angelo,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Royal Trux,
Rod Modell,
Arcadia,
T.S.O.L.,
Aural Exciters,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Boredoms,
Terry Callier,
Panda Bear,
Suicide,
Bootsy Collins,
Lyres,
Marcia Griffiths,
Warsaw,
The Techniques,
Crispy Ambulance,
Drexciya, Drexciya, Drexciya, Drexciya.
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.