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 Afghanistan and from Seoul.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia 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 1963 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Lagos.
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 guitar 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 Agent Orange to the grime kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Scratch Acid. All the underground hits.
All Stockholm Monsters tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Basic Channel record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 spring reverb and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Echo & the Bunnymen record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Don Cherry,
Cymande,
Isaac Hayes,
Rhythm & Sound,
Mo-Dettes,
Los Fastidios,
The Mojo Men,
10cc,
Bronski Beat,
The Searchers,
Gang of Four,
Carl Craig,
World's Most,
Can,
Alison Limerick,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Janne Schatter,
Todd Terry,
MC5,
The Real Kids,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Eurythmics,
Ludus,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Mad Mike,
Eric Copeland,
A Certain Ratio,
The Slackers,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Dennis Brown,
Rapeman,
The Skatalites,
In Retrospect,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Eve St. Jones,
Pylon,
Zapp,
Tommy Roe,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Barbara Tucker,
Faust,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Joe Smooth,
R.M.O.,
Royal Trux,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Grey Daturas,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Brick,
Eli Mardock,
Pharoah Sanders,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Byron Stingily,
DJ Sneak,
Iggy Pop,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Severed Heads, Severed Heads, Severed Heads, Severed Heads.
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.