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 Morocco and from Beijing.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1960 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 spring reverb 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 Aswad to the grunge kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Ralphi Rosario. All the underground hits.
All Vaughan Mason & Crew tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Fugs 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Nik Kershaw record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sight & Sound,
Clear Light,
Ultimate Spinach,
Isaac Hayes,
Rod Modell,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
ABC,
Warren Ellis,
The Busters,
Avey Tare,
Rekid,
Animal Collective,
Gabor Szabo,
The Blues Magoos,
John Holt,
Ultra Naté,
Jacob Miller,
Shoche,
Ronan,
Gang Starr,
Sam Rivers,
Ralphi Rosario,
Drexciya,
Harpers Bizarre,
Boz Scaggs,
Depeche Mode,
Cluster,
Laurel Aitken,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Kevin Saunderson,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Eve St. Jones,
Joe Smooth,
E-Dancer,
Pantaleimon,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Crime,
The Gories,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Durutti Column,
Average White Band,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Seeds,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Josef K,
Kas Product,
The Count Five,
Royal Trux,
The Young Rascals,
Camberwell Now,
Make Up,
Bootsy Collins,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Gladiators,
Johnny Osbourne,
Section 25,
Andrew Hill,
Idris Muhammad, Idris Muhammad, Idris Muhammad, Idris Muhammad.
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.