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 Nauru and from Manchester.
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 1967 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the güiro 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 Warren Ellis to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Andrew Hill. All the underground hits.
All Grauzone tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Franke record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Slick Rick record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
A Certain Ratio,
Goldenarms,
Essential Logic,
Q65,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Sound,
Parry Music,
Marmalade,
Bronski Beat,
Mo-Dettes,
Dorothy Ashby,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Swans,
The Techniques,
Patti Smith,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Television Personalities,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Althea and Donna,
Jeff Lynne,
Nas,
Pagans,
Black Sheep,
Girls At Our Best!,
ABBA,
The Fugs,
Joe Finger,
The Beau Brummels,
the Sonics,
Qualms,
Vladislav Delay,
Joey Negro,
Shuggie Otis,
Hardrive,
John Cale,
Roxette,
Liliput,
Khruangbin,
John Coltrane,
Jeru the Damaja,
Pantytec,
the Slits,
Aaron Thompson,
The Electric Prunes,
UT,
Alton Ellis,
Q and Not U,
James White and The Blacks,
Bill Wells,
The Real Kids,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Colin Newman,
Y Pants,
Ten City,
Saccharine Trust,
Pharoah Sanders,
Rapeman, Rapeman, Rapeman, Rapeman.
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.