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 Jordan and from Bremen.
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 1967 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Peter & Gordon to the jazz kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Nirvana. All the underground hits.
All Q and Not U tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Yusef Lateef record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sandy B record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
One Last Wish,
Symarip,
The Shadows of Knight,
Intrusion,
Delta 5,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Q65,
Kurtis Blow,
John Holt,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Johnny Clarke,
Sun Ra,
Soul Sonic Force,
AZ,
The Velvet Underground,
Section 25,
Rekid,
Desert Stars,
Electric Prunes,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Terrestrial Tones,
Jacob Miller,
Tim Buckley,
Groovy Waters,
The Sonics,
R.M.O.,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Morten Harket,
Henry Cow,
Khruangbin,
Radiopuhelimet,
the Fania All-Stars,
Sight & Sound,
Max Romeo,
the Slits,
Blancmange,
Judy Mowatt,
New Age Steppers,
UT,
Avey Tare,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Hardrive,
Sound Behaviour,
John Coltrane,
Michelle Simonal,
Suburban Knight,
Popol Vuh,
Ornette Coleman,
Warren Ellis,
Slick Rick,
The Pretty Things,
Tropical Tobacco,
Nick Fraelich,
Little Man,
Thee Headcoats,
Shoche,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Martian,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Monochrome Set,
The New Christs,
Sixth Finger,
Boogie Down Productions,
Scratch Acid, Scratch Acid, Scratch Acid, Scratch Acid.
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.