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 Zimbabwe and from New York.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Soft Boys show in Cambridge.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 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 Can to the grime 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 The Fall. All the underground hits.
All Nico tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Groovy Waters record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Trumans Water record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Babytalk,
The Smoke,
Dave Gahan,
Panda Bear,
Sällskapet,
Hashim,
Reuben Wilson,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Yusef Lateef,
Fugazi,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Oneida,
Juan Atkins,
Sugar Minott,
Maurizio,
Oblivians,
Simply Red,
The Slackers,
Underground Resistance,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Alton Ellis,
The Mojo Men,
A Certain Ratio,
Alphaville,
Monks,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Marine Girls,
Ornette Coleman,
The Offenders,
Accadde A,
Stiv Bators,
Sonny Sharrock,
Terrestrial Tones,
Leonard Cohen,
The Invisible,
Gastr Del Sol,
Amon Düül II,
Television Personalities,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Mars,
The Remains,
Aaron Thompson,
Big Daddy Kane,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Eyeless In Gaza,
the Association,
Los Fastidios,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Happenings,
The Fall,
Kas Product,
La Düsseldorf,
Rites of Spring,
The Electric Prunes,
Letta Mbulu,
Fluxion,
The Barracudas,
The Sonics,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Mary Jane Girls,
Joey Negro,
Nas, Nas, Nas, Nas.
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.