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 Seychelles and from Johannesburg.
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 1966 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 Michael McDonald 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 Cameo to the electroclash 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 Con Funk Shun. All the underground hits.
All The Birthday Party tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Darondo record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 snare and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Amazonics record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Black Moon,
Henry Cow,
Sexual Harrassment,
Los Fastidios,
Laurel Aitken,
Maleditus Sound,
Aural Exciters,
The Star Department,
Chris Corsano,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Public Enemy,
Stetsasonic,
Todd Terry,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Skarface,
Bobby Byrd,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Schoolly D,
Gang Gang Dance,
Nik Kershaw,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
La Düsseldorf,
Fad Gadget,
The Victims,
Boredoms,
Eric Copeland,
The Selecter,
Grey Daturas,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Derrick Morgan,
The Searchers,
Minutemen,
Lightning Bolt,
Kurtis Blow,
Black Pus,
In Retrospect,
Nico,
Black Sheep,
Half Japanese,
Livin' Joy,
Sugar Minott,
Barry Ungar,
The Seeds,
Organ,
The Slackers,
Sam Rivers,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Jeff Lynne,
DJ Sneak,
Yaz,
the Fania All-Stars,
Zapp,
Crash Course in Science,
Mission of Burma,
These Immortal Souls,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Monochrome Set,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Scratch Acid,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam, Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam, Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam, Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam.
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.