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 Sri Lanka and from Columbus.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
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 1968 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 Severed Heads 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 a-ha. All the underground hits.
All Grandmaster Flash tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Derrick May record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Selector Dub Narcotic record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Doors,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Sound,
Neil Young,
Fat Boys,
Gabor Szabo,
Von Mondo,
Bootsy Collins,
the Bar-Kays,
Chris & Cosey,
The Fuzztones,
Bang On A Can,
Royal Trux,
Rufus Thomas,
Index,
Make Up,
Los Fastidios,
Rotary Connection,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Pharoah Sanders,
the Soft Cell,
Scientists,
the Sonics,
Monolake,
Pulsallama,
Ponytail,
Hashim,
Sarah Menescal,
One Last Wish,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Cure,
Fear,
Jimmy McGriff,
Ronan,
Bauhaus,
Stiv Bators,
Tom Boy,
Black Pus,
Aswad,
Robert Wyatt,
Johnny Clarke,
Moss Icon,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Television Personalities,
The Skatalites,
The Gories,
Delon & Dalcan,
John Lydon,
Absolute Body Control,
Peter and Kerry,
The Saints,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Mission of Burma,
Howard Jones,
Organ,
Mars,
The Slits,
Nirvana,
Flamin' Groovies,
Easy Going,
Peter & Gordon,
Sight & Sound,
DJ Sneak,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish, Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish, Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish, Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish.
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.