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 Albania and from Tokyo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1965 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Portland.
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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Busters to the electroclash 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 Black Sheep. All the underground hits.
All Lungfish tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every CMW 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a DJ Style record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Schoolly D,
Bang On A Can,
Symarip,
PIL,
Livin' Joy,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Human League,
Roxette,
Anakelly,
Massinfluence,
The Martian,
The J.B.'s,
Matthew Bourne,
Public Enemy,
Popol Vuh,
Spoonie Gee,
The Cure,
Marc Almond,
Outsiders,
Terrestrial Tones,
Andrew Hill,
Aural Exciters,
The Beau Brummels,
The Dirtbombs,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Radiohead,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Sarah Menescal,
The Techniques,
The Offenders,
Sandy B,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Subhumans,
Judy Mowatt,
Tears for Fears,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Bluetip,
Avey Tare,
The Birthday Party,
Crispian St. Peters,
Arthur Verocai,
Ohio Players,
Essential Logic,
Buzzcocks,
The Fugs,
Maleditus Sound,
Shuggie Otis,
The Blues Magoos,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Nas,
Neu!,
Johnny Clarke,
Blancmange,
Ultravox,
Vladislav Delay,
Minnie Riperton,
Anthony Braxton,
the Sonics,
Davy DMX,
Erykah Badu, Erykah Badu, Erykah Badu, Erykah Badu.
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.