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 France and from Manila.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1969 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Tehran.
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 snare 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 The Sonics to the grime 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 Ten City. All the underground hits.
All Lizzy Mercier Descloux tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every T.S.O.L. record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 a synthesizer and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Invisible record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bobby Womack,
Aswad,
MDC,
The Velvet Underground,
Soft Machine,
Cymande,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Neon Judgement,
Isaac Hayes,
Public Enemy,
Black Pus,
Delon & Dalcan,
Sun City Girls,
Talk Talk,
Brand Nubian,
Big Daddy Kane,
James White and The Blacks,
Tubeway Army,
Malaria!,
Hardrive,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Dirtbombs,
Zapp,
The Barracudas,
Aaron Thompson,
Bush Tetras,
Quadrant,
Pantytec,
Jacques Brel,
Eli Mardock,
Eve St. Jones,
Jacob Miller,
Camberwell Now,
Index,
Sarah Menescal,
Swell Maps,
The Walker Brothers,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
June of 44,
The Modern Lovers,
The Fuzztones,
DJ Style,
Joe Smooth,
Easy Going,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Nation of Ulysses,
Marine Girls,
Neil Young,
Skaos,
Darondo,
Grauzone,
kango's stein massive,
Laurel Aitken,
Average White Band,
The Martian,
The Skatalites,
Essential Logic,
Unrelated Segments,
Ohio Players,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Accadde A,
Barclay James Harvest,
Bobby Hutcherson, Bobby Hutcherson, Bobby Hutcherson, Bobby Hutcherson.
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.