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 Czech Republic and from Portland.
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 1960 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Glasgow.
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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the marimba 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 James White and The Blacks to the jazz kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Aswad. All the underground hits.
All Echo & the Bunnymen tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lyres record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Steve Hackett record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Beau Brummels,
Television,
Skarface,
Brand Nubian,
Negative Approach,
Sight & Sound,
Soul Sonic Force,
Au Pairs,
Camberwell Now,
Suicide,
The Flesh Eaters,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Wally Richardson,
This Heat,
Unrelated Segments,
Mad Mike,
Max Romeo,
Stereo Dub,
The Smiths,
Black Pus,
Connie Case,
Cluster,
Malaria!,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Monks,
T.S.O.L.,
The Busters,
Sound Behaviour,
Sällskapet,
Janne Schatter,
Roy Ayers,
Adolescents,
Barbara Tucker,
Fela Kuti,
Audionom,
Zapp,
Sandy B,
Bill Wells,
8 Eyed Spy,
Newcleus,
Robert Hood,
The Blues Magoos,
the Normal,
Faraquet,
Junior Murvin,
Angry Samoans,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Severed Heads,
The Stooges,
Popol Vuh,
Ultra Naté,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Gastr Del Sol,
Rosa Yemen,
Ken Boothe,
Quando Quango,
Alison Limerick,
The Gories,
Graham Central Station,
June Days,
John Coltrane, John Coltrane, John Coltrane, John Coltrane.
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.