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 Bolivia and from Lyon.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia 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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Avey Tare to the crunk 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 Soulsonic Force. All the underground hits.
All Yusef Lateef tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kool G Rap & DJ Polo record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 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 The Associates record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mary Jane Girls,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Bobby Sherman,
June Days,
Section 25,
The Golliwogs,
The Gun Club,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Monochrome Set,
The Sound,
Rufus Thomas,
Jeff Lynne,
Kevin Saunderson,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Erykah Badu,
Cameo,
Archie Shepp,
Procol Harum,
Organ,
Au Pairs,
Yellowson,
Fatback Band,
The Mummies,
Eddi Front,
Quadrant,
Country Teasers,
Funky Four + One,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Simply Red,
Average White Band,
Kerrie Biddell,
Bobby Byrd,
OOIOO,
Hoover,
Rites of Spring,
Marshall Jefferson,
Carl Craig,
Bauhaus,
Skarface,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Neon Judgement,
Neu!,
The Count Five,
Accadde A,
Blossom Toes,
Minor Threat,
The American Breed,
Roxy Music,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Alarm Clocks,
Sound Behaviour,
Robert Hood,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Mad Mike,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Ken Boothe,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Five Americans,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Y Pants,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Sonics, The Sonics, The Sonics, The Sonics.
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.