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 Macedonia and from Houston.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Buzzcocks show in Bolton.
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 1961 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 spring reverb 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 Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Shadows of Knight. All the underground hits.
All Half Japanese tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pierre Henry 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Selecter record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Yusef Lateef,
JFA,
Malaria!,
The Gap Band,
The Selecter,
Pole,
U.S. Maple,
a-ha,
The Remains,
Prince Buster,
Surgeon,
The United States of America,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Gerry Rafferty,
Bobby Womack,
Aaron Thompson,
Sandy B,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Harpers Bizarre,
Monks,
Absolute Body Control,
ABBA,
Kenny Larkin,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Quando Quango,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Names,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Victims,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Fat Boys,
Marvin Gaye,
Arab on Radar,
The Alarm Clocks,
Soul Sonic Force,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Todd Rundgren,
Gabor Szabo,
Peter & Gordon,
Maleditus Sound,
Section 25,
Soul II Soul,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Altered Images,
Lucky Dragons,
X-102,
The Fuzztones,
The Knickerbockers,
The Smiths,
Andrew Hill,
Neil Young,
Harry Pussy,
Henry Cow,
Brick,
Janne Schatter,
Hashim,
The Neon Judgement,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
48th St. Collective,
The Martian, The Martian, The Martian, The Martian.
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.