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 Antigua and from Columbus.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 Johannesburg and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Kool G Rap & DJ Polo to the rap kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 MDC. All the underground hits.
All The Move tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every R.M.O. 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Johnny Clarke 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?
These Immortal Souls,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Livin' Joy,
Wire,
New Age Steppers,
Minutemen,
Wings,
Rod Modell,
Flipper,
The Electric Prunes,
Robert Wyatt,
FM Einheit,
D'Angelo,
Deadbeat,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Moss Icon,
The Stooges,
Archie Shepp,
Bobby Womack,
One Last Wish,
Crash Course in Science,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Bobby Sherman,
Cameo,
Q and Not U,
Goldenarms,
Crooked Eye,
Minny Pops,
The Alarm Clocks,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Mummies,
Hoover,
Eli Mardock,
Nick Fraelich,
Can,
Suicide,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Happenings,
Saccharine Trust,
The Sound,
Michelle Simonal,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Lucky Dragons,
Fatback Band,
The Victims,
Accadde A,
Idris Muhammad,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Soulsonic Force,
Darondo,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Moody Blues,
David McCallum,
Avey Tare,
Jimmy McGriff,
Lindisfarne,
Glambeats Corp.,
Andrew Hill,
Blossom Toes,
ABBA, ABBA, ABBA, ABBA.
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.