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 United States and from Mexico City.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South 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 1968 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Bob Dylan to the disco kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Lebanon Hanover. All the underground hits.
All Soul II Soul tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Section 25 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Faraquet record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Detroit Cobras,
The Barracudas,
Q and Not U,
The Gladiators,
Gang of Four,
Fear,
Bobby Sherman,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Brass Construction,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Index,
Nils Olav,
Matthew Halsall,
Stockholm Monsters,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Rotary Connection,
Basic Channel,
The Remains,
Don Cherry,
Marshall Jefferson,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Wake,
The Martian,
The Cowsills,
Johnny Clarke,
Lebanon Hanover,
Kool Moe Dee,
Au Pairs,
The Stooges,
Animal Collective,
Johnny Osbourne,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Kas Product,
Motorama,
Suicide,
Ultravox,
Fifty Foot Hose,
cv313,
Crash Course in Science,
Kurtis Blow,
Bobby Womack,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Funky Four + One,
Gregory Isaacs,
Barclay James Harvest,
Brand Nubian,
Aloha Tigers,
Patti Smith,
Erykah Badu,
Soul II Soul,
AZ,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Real Kids,
Sun Ra,
Warren Ellis,
David McCallum,
Fela Kuti,
Soft Machine,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Fugazi, Fugazi, Fugazi, Fugazi.
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.