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 Laos and from Sao Paulo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 Beijing and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 organ 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 Saccharine Trust to the electroclash kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Country Teasers. All the underground hits.
All Smog tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gang Starr record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 rhodes and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dorothy Ashby record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Velvet Underground,
Maleditus Sound,
Shuggie Otis,
Barry Ungar,
Hot Snakes,
Deepchord,
Bang On A Can,
Kerrie Biddell,
Second Layer,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Mantronix,
The Grass Roots,
Ultimate Spinach,
Juan Atkins,
Rod Modell,
Lou Reed,
The Skatalites,
John Lydon,
Eric Copeland,
The Barracudas,
Alice Coltrane,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Monks,
Bill Wells,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Kinks,
the Normal,
Connie Case,
Zero Boys,
Jawbox,
Massinfluence,
ABC,
Toni Rubio,
Peter & Gordon,
the Bar-Kays,
Gong,
James White and The Blacks,
Prince Buster,
Grauzone,
Slick Rick,
New Order,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Gichy Dan,
Aaron Thompson,
Robert Hood,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Lucky Dragons,
The Fortunes,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
X-Ray Spex,
Faraquet,
Be Bop Deluxe,
CMW,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Slits,
Lindisfarne,
Swans,
La Düsseldorf,
Crooked Eye,
Albert Ayler,
David Axelrod,
The J.B.'s, The J.B.'s, The J.B.'s, The J.B.'s.
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.