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 Barbados and from Philadelphia.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1963 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 chamberlin 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 Yusef Lateef to the grime kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Drexciya. All the underground hits.
All The Men They Couldn't Hang tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a John Cale record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Scrapy,
The Angels of Light,
The Evens,
Michelle Simonal,
The Seeds,
Gabor Szabo,
Joy Division,
Model 500,
The Count Five,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Black Moon,
Alison Limerick,
The Litter,
Ultravox,
Sun Ra,
Yazoo,
Cal Tjader,
Kurtis Blow,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Curtis Mayfield,
Black Flag,
One Last Wish,
David Axelrod,
Mantronix,
Minnie Riperton,
Accadde A,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Fad Gadget,
Nirvana,
The Sonics,
Joensuu 1685,
The Buckinghams,
Hasil Adkins,
The Star Department,
Pet Shop Boys,
Eden Ahbez,
Tropical Tobacco,
Harry Pussy,
Matthew Bourne,
Swans,
Bauhaus,
Icehouse,
Shuggie Otis,
10cc,
Sister Nancy,
Saccharine Trust,
Gang Green,
Tomorrow,
The Zeros,
Albert Ayler,
Yusef Lateef,
Fear,
Crash Course in Science,
Sugar Minott,
Spandau Ballet,
Soft Cell,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Cramps,
Crime,
Gang Gang Dance,
Bang On A Can,
Avey Tare,
Boredoms,
Dual Sessions, Dual Sessions, Dual Sessions, Dual Sessions.
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.