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 Grenada and from Jakarta.
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 1965 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the marimba 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 Ajijia Myrayebe to the dance 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 Rites of Spring. All the underground hits.
All Sound Behaviour tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Country Teasers 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Malaria! record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Los Fastidios,
The Offenders,
Prince Buster,
Urselle,
AZ,
Anakelly,
Scan 7,
The Mojo Men,
Pere Ubu,
Glenn Branca,
Eden Ahbez,
Archie Shepp,
Ralphi Rosario,
Mo-Dettes,
Agitation Free,
Marine Girls,
DNA,
Nik Kershaw,
Man Parrish,
Visage,
Oneida,
Livin' Joy,
MDC,
The Dirtbombs,
Nico,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Youth Brigade,
48th St. Collective,
Masters at Work,
Carl Craig,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Monks,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Warren Ellis,
The Gap Band,
Jawbox,
Section 25,
Excepter,
The Selecter,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
F. McDonald,
The Neon Judgement,
Fear,
Rapeman,
Lee Hazlewood,
Juan Atkins,
The Red Krayola,
Average White Band,
Symarip,
Tomorrow,
Public Enemy,
Deadbeat,
Deepchord,
Scientists,
Pussy Galore,
Stetsasonic,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud, Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud, Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud, Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud.
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.