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 Finland and from Milan.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 Robert Palmer 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 Lightning Bolt to the funk 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 John Holt. All the underground hits.
All Franke tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Derrick May record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fela Kuti record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dark Day,
MC5,
Kenny Larkin,
Ohio Players,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Mojo Men,
Archie Shepp,
Dead Boys,
Terrestrial Tones,
Connie Case,
Bluetip,
EPMD,
Warren Ellis,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Gladiators,
Whodini,
Don Cherry,
The Motions,
Barry Ungar,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Soulsonic Force,
Godley & Creme,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Average White Band,
Smog,
JFA,
Susan Cadogan,
The Sisters of Mercy,
John Holt,
Wally Richardson,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Janne Schatter,
Crispian St. Peters,
Talk Talk,
Hasil Adkins,
Essential Logic,
Pharoah Sanders,
Terry Callier,
T. Rex,
The Count Five,
Rhythm & Sound,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Divine Comedy,
Maleditus Sound,
Ken Boothe,
The Selecter,
Swans,
Blancmange,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
New Order,
Howard Jones,
Colin Newman,
Fela Kuti,
Hoover,
Sugar Minott,
Neil Young,
Derrick Morgan,
KRS-One, KRS-One, KRS-One, KRS-One.
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.