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 Montenegro and from Bremen.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the snare 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 The Leaves to the grunge 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 Bizarre Inc.. All the underground hits.
All Laurel Aitken tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Barbara Tucker record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Can,
Rakim,
Cymande,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Piero Umiliani,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Mandrill,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Smoke,
The Knickerbockers,
Parry Music,
Unwound,
DJ Style,
The Stooges,
Eric Copeland,
Gang Green,
E-Dancer,
Pantytec,
A Certain Ratio,
Dorothy Ashby,
New Age Steppers,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Bobby Sherman,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Lungfish,
Terrestrial Tones,
Ultimate Spinach,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Funkadelic,
The Grass Roots,
Faraquet,
Basic Channel,
Drexciya,
Johnny Clarke,
Gregory Isaacs,
Nas,
Roger Hodgson,
Siglo XX,
Section 25,
World's Most,
Absolute Body Control,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Das Ding,
Radiohead,
L. Decosne,
Technova,
Young Marble Giants,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Los Fastidios,
Joy Division,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Mark Hollis,
New York Dolls,
Gil Scott Heron,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Eli Mardock,
Danielle Patucci,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Lindisfarne, Lindisfarne, Lindisfarne, Lindisfarne.
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.