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 Lesotho and from Mumbai.
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 1965 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 1976 at the first Buzzcocks practice in a loft in Bolton.
I was working on the mellotron 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 The Doobie Brothers to the crunk 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 The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band. All the underground hits.
All Radiohead tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sunsets and Hearts record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Joey Negro record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Faraquet,
Nico,
Black Moon,
The Golliwogs,
Lou Reed,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Zeros,
Crispian St. Peters,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Arthur Verocai,
Todd Terry,
Throbbing Gristle,
Crooked Eye,
K-Klass,
Scott Walker,
The Count Five,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Slick Rick,
Von Mondo,
The Gap Band,
Fat Boys,
Radiohead,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Pantytec,
The Star Department,
Bobby Hutcherson,
John Holt,
Lakeside,
Subhumans,
Minnie Riperton,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Crispy Ambulance,
Severed Heads,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Ossler,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
June of 44,
JFA,
the Normal,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Accadde A,
Thompson Twins,
B.T. Express,
Popol Vuh,
The Cowsills,
Rod Modell,
Pharoah Sanders,
Mary Jane Girls,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Young Rascals,
Sugar Minott,
Bronski Beat,
Monks,
The Motions,
Barry Ungar,
Toni Rubio,
Eurythmics,
Erykah Badu,
Deepchord,
Big Daddy Kane,
Flipper, Flipper, Flipper, Flipper.
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.