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 Mali and from Accra.
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 1964 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the guitar 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 N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell to the funk 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 a-ha. All the underground hits.
All The Smiths tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Marcia Griffiths 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Girls At Our Best! record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Names,
The Golliwogs,
The Fortunes,
Pere Ubu,
Panda Bear,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Sister Nancy,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Patti Smith,
Ituana,
the Fania All-Stars,
Altered Images,
Talk Talk,
Tommy Roe,
Goldenarms,
Moebius,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Cheater Slicks,
kango's stein massive,
the Germs,
Aloha Tigers,
Black Flag,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Lou Christie,
Harmonia,
Chris & Cosey,
The J.B.'s,
Chris Corsano,
Ponytail,
David Axelrod,
Television,
MC5,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Star Department,
Anthony Braxton,
Deakin,
The Blues Magoos,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Divine Comedy,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Buzzcocks,
Ice-T,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Remains,
Lungfish,
Tomorrow,
KRS-One,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
a-ha,
The Index,
The Angels of Light,
The Techniques,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Arab on Radar,
Rapeman,
Hashim,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Tim Buckley,
Nation of Ulysses,
Visage,
Negative Approach,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
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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.