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 Armenia and from Lagos.
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 1969 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 1977 at the first Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
I was working on the linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 The Vogues 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 Brick. All the underground hits.
All DJ Style tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Byron Stingily 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Little Man record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Fad Gadget,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Lee Hazlewood,
Ralphi Rosario,
Sexual Harrassment,
the Fania All-Stars,
Basic Channel,
Skaos,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Rapeman,
Sight & Sound,
The Black Dice,
John Cale,
Reagan Youth,
Grauzone,
Suburban Knight,
Arthur Verocai,
EPMD,
Johnny Osbourne,
Drexciya,
Lalann,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Cal Tjader,
Scion,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Henry Cow,
Sun Ra,
Don Cherry,
K-Klass,
In Retrospect,
Magazine,
Joy Division,
Excepter,
MC5,
The Flesh Eaters,
Mark Hollis,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Porter Ricks,
CMW,
The Young Rascals,
Gil Scott Heron,
Gang Starr,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Reuben Wilson,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Misunderstood,
The Index,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Bill Wells,
Sugar Minott,
Radiohead,
Toni Rubio,
Albert Ayler,
Minnie Riperton,
Urselle,
Metal Thangz,
David McCallum,
Ronnie Foster,
Soulsonic Force,
Severed Heads,
Theoretical Girls, Theoretical Girls, Theoretical Girls, Theoretical Girls.
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.