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 Estonia and from Mumbai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 organ 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 crunk 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 The Raincoats. All the underground hits.
All Aaron Thompson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Johnny Clarke record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Residents record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Brass Construction,
Deepchord,
The Doobie Brothers,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Cal Tjader,
The Dave Clark Five,
Byron Stingily,
Gang of Four,
Crispian St. Peters,
Barclay James Harvest,
Darondo,
Eric B and Rakim,
Connie Case,
Fear,
Howard Jones,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Sandy B,
Easy Going,
Gang Green,
Danielle Patucci,
The Cure,
The Mummies,
Joy Division,
Josef K,
Excepter,
Cymande,
Lakeside,
The Standells,
Scion,
The J.B.'s,
Von Mondo,
Monolake,
Erasure,
Neil Young,
Moebius,
Reagan Youth,
Todd Terry,
The Fugs,
Pere Ubu,
Bob Dylan,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Make Up,
Barry Ungar,
Morten Harket,
The Slits,
Q65,
Blossom Toes,
Barbara Tucker,
New Order,
Surgeon,
Eric Copeland,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Jeff Mills,
Masters at Work,
The Slackers,
Wally Richardson,
Desert Stars,
Bad Manners,
Section 25,
Ten City, Ten City, Ten City, Ten City.
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.