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 Belgium and from New York.
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 1963 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Skatalites to the disco kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Absolute Body Control. All the underground hits.
All Cymande tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every James White and The Blacks record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 a mellotron and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Agitation Free record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Sonics,
Pole,
Ten City,
Warsaw,
Hasil Adkins,
Althea and Donna,
Oneida,
Liliput,
Funkadelic,
OOIOO,
10cc,
Bronski Beat,
E-Dancer,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
LL Cool J,
The New Christs,
Eyeless In Gaza,
the Fania All-Stars,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Busters,
Los Fastidios,
The Angels of Light,
Mark Hollis,
Rapeman,
The Mighty Diamonds,
KRS-One,
Skarface,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Bob Dylan,
Rekid,
Soul Sonic Force,
Tom Boy,
James White and The Blacks,
Jeru the Damaja,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Detroit Cobras,
Siglo XX,
The Last Poets,
Ornette Coleman,
FM Einheit,
John Holt,
The Searchers,
Marmalade,
Joe Smooth,
Warren Ellis,
Robert Görl,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Mission of Burma,
Excepter,
Maleditus Sound,
Davy DMX,
The Sonics,
Erykah Badu,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Skaos,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Kerri Chandler,
Man Eating Sloth,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Johnny Osbourne, Johnny Osbourne, Johnny Osbourne, Johnny Osbourne.
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.