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 Rwanda and from Manchester.
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 1967 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 David Bowie 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 Lakeside to the crunk 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 Clear Light. All the underground hits.
All Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Masters at Work record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Raincoats record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Smiths,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Erykah Badu,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Soul Sonic Force,
Maurizio,
Altered Images,
Sound Behaviour,
The Divine Comedy,
Circle Jerks,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Crispy Ambulance,
Loose Ends,
The Last Poets,
Black Sheep,
The Walker Brothers,
UT,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Red Krayola,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Sight & Sound,
The Neon Judgement,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Slackers,
The Cowsills,
Glenn Branca,
Underground Resistance,
Cameo,
Kerri Chandler,
Clear Light,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Talk Talk,
Radio Birdman,
The Human League,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Kerrie Biddell,
X-Ray Spex,
Jesper Dahlback,
Big Daddy Kane,
Dorothy Ashby,
Faraquet,
Marmalade,
Popol Vuh,
Shoche,
Lower 48,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Mandrill,
Alphaville,
The J.B.'s,
The Music Machine,
Juan Atkins,
The Fire Engines,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Lee Hazlewood,
Wasted Youth,
Funkadelic,
Minnie Riperton,
The Angels of Light,
John Coltrane,
The Trojans,
Heaven 17,
Pere Ubu,
The Selecter,
Isaac Hayes,
Rotary Connection, Rotary Connection, Rotary Connection, Rotary Connection.
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.