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 Latvia and from Woodstock.
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 1965 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 1977 at the first Human League practice in a loft in Sheffield.
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 Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Joey Negro. All the underground hits.
All Junior Murvin tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Fall record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Letta Mbulu record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nas,
Black Flag,
MC5,
Aswad,
Vainqueur,
Fugazi,
Quando Quango,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Moleskins,
Clear Light,
Royal Trux,
Kerri Chandler,
The Fall,
Cecil Taylor,
Crash Course in Science,
Con Funk Shun,
Moby Grape,
Roy Ayers,
Arcadia,
Wolf Eyes,
The Gun Club,
Stereo Dub,
Derrick Morgan,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
In Retrospect,
The Monks,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Desert Stars,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Boogie Down Productions,
Bob Dylan,
Arthur Verocai,
Bizarre Inc.,
Bronski Beat,
Amazonics,
The Detroit Cobras,
Susan Cadogan,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Make Up,
New Age Steppers,
Eric B and Rakim,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Fuzztones,
Marc Almond,
Ornette Coleman,
Magma,
Blossom Toes,
Graham Central Station,
David Bowie,
Organ,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Terry Callier,
Porter Ricks,
Ronan,
Flamin' Groovies,
Lightning Bolt,
the Slits,
The Black Dice,
The Motions,
Darondo,
Deepchord,
Be Bop Deluxe, Be Bop Deluxe, Be Bop Deluxe, Be Bop Deluxe.
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.