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 Paraguay and from Stockholm.
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 1962 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Wings to the punk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish. All the underground hits.
All Eric B and Rakim tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Groovy Waters record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cameo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Black Flag,
The Dead C,
The Velvet Underground,
Khruangbin,
Index,
One Last Wish,
Cal Tjader,
Fat Boys,
The Cosmic Jokers,
the Sonics,
Alton Ellis,
Pylon,
Young Marble Giants,
The Residents,
Aloha Tigers,
Trumans Water,
The Count Five,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Last Poets,
MC5,
Terrestrial Tones,
Erasure,
Adolescents,
Eric Dolphy,
Niagra,
the Slits,
Groovy Waters,
Laurel Aitken,
Country Teasers,
Archie Shepp,
Ludus,
Shuggie Otis,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Seeds,
The Human League,
Ultravox,
Scott Walker,
Spandau Ballet,
Morten Harket,
Marc Almond,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Sugar Minott,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Stereo Dub,
Siglo XX,
Lucky Dragons,
Rosa Yemen,
Sun Ra,
Sonic Youth,
Mark Hollis,
Underground Resistance,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Hardrive,
Yazoo,
The Happenings,
Half Japanese,
Roy Ayers,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Gang Green,
the Swans,
Minutemen,
The Selecter,
Lungfish, Lungfish, Lungfish, Lungfish.
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.