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 Georgia and from Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 oboe 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 Jeru the Damaja to the grime kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Ronan. All the underground hits.
All Justin Hinds & The Dominoes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dorothy Ashby record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 clarinet and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Marshall Jefferson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rekid,
Ultravox,
Stockholm Monsters,
the Association,
The Gun Club,
JFA,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Michelle Simonal,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
John Foxx,
Quadrant,
Jawbox,
Kenny Larkin,
The Index,
the Fania All-Stars,
Faust,
The Young Rascals,
Basic Channel,
Don Cherry,
Boredoms,
Mary Jane Girls,
Ultra Naté,
Icehouse,
La Düsseldorf,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Angels of Light,
Spandau Ballet,
The Monks,
Fear,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Dead C,
Brothers Johnson,
D'Angelo,
Los Fastidios,
Nick Fraelich,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Saints,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Robert Görl,
Skarface,
The Flesh Eaters,
Youth Brigade,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Bill Near,
Visage,
Vainqueur,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Sound,
MDC,
Arab on Radar,
Make Up,
Pere Ubu,
The Velvet Underground,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Rosa Yemen,
the Slits,
OOIOO,
DJ Sneak,
Scrapy,
Banda Bassotti, Banda Bassotti, Banda Bassotti, Banda Bassotti.
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.