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 Costa Rica and from Beijing.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Throbbing Gristle 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 1962 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the snare 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 Dennis Brown to the jazz 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 Adolescents. All the underground hits.
All Country Teasers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Terrestrial Tones record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s 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 Gil Scott Heron record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Fuzztones,
Rekid,
Ponytail,
Idris Muhammad,
Lou Reed,
Eric Copeland,
Skriet,
K-Klass,
Amazonics,
Kurtis Blow,
Henry Cow,
Vainqueur,
Aswad,
Boz Scaggs,
John Coltrane,
Cecil Taylor,
Mars,
the Sonics,
EPMD,
Minutemen,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Severed Heads,
Wings,
Roger Hodgson,
Crispy Ambulance,
Loose Ends,
Albert Ayler,
The J.B.'s,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Kaleidoscope,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Magma,
Dual Sessions,
David Axelrod,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Robert Görl,
Marmalade,
The Moody Blues,
Jesper Dahlback,
Kenny Larkin,
Man Eating Sloth,
Robert Hood,
Eve St. Jones,
Jeff Mills,
Davy DMX,
The Sound,
Graham Central Station,
The Standells,
Wire,
Pussy Galore,
The Count Five,
Au Pairs,
Scrapy,
DJ Sneak,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Yaz,
Von Mondo,
The Walker Brothers,
The Index,
Grey Daturas,
The Mummies, The Mummies, The Mummies, The Mummies.
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.