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 Djibouti and from Stockholm.
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 1966 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Copenhagen.
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 1977 at the first Human League practice in a loft in Sheffield.
I was working on the clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon to the grime kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Strawberry Alarm Clock. All the underground hits.
All Darondo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Searchers 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Roxy Music record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer 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 Seeds,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Sight & Sound,
The Skatalites,
Arthur Verocai,
Little Man,
Rhythm & Sound,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Barracudas,
Godley & Creme,
Pharoah Sanders,
Ornette Coleman,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Grandmaster Flash,
Wolf Eyes,
Pagans,
Qualms,
The Walker Brothers,
Bluetip,
Glenn Branca,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Soul Sonic Force,
Ronan,
John Foxx,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Quando Quango,
Andrew Hill,
Eric Dolphy,
Scientists,
Darondo,
David McCallum,
The Stooges,
Tom Boy,
Silicon Teens,
Roger Hodgson,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Offenders,
Piero Umiliani,
Severed Heads,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Smiths,
DJ Style,
Motorama,
The Saints,
Black Pus,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Franke,
John Cale,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Man Parrish,
Das Ding,
The Count Five,
Banda Bassotti,
Altered Images,
Rekid,
Magazine,
Freddie Wadling,
Chris Corsano,
The Monks, The Monks, The Monks, The Monks.
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.