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 South Sudan and from Philadelphia.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 mellotron 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 Todd Terry to the disco kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Sandy B. All the underground hits.
All World's Most tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Pop Group 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Scrapy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
John Coltrane,
Ultimate Spinach,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Agent Orange,
Toni Rubio,
Jeru the Damaja,
Silicon Teens,
The Dirtbombs,
Scott Walker,
Soul Sonic Force,
Gastr Del Sol,
Boz Scaggs,
Pulsallama,
The Barracudas,
Schoolly D,
Eric Dolphy,
Soft Machine,
the Fania All-Stars,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Brick,
Pet Shop Boys,
Barry Ungar,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Ornette Coleman,
The Velvet Underground,
James White and The Blacks,
Sister Nancy,
Rosa Yemen,
Make Up,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Moody Blues,
Aaron Thompson,
Deepchord,
Donny Hathaway,
Sun City Girls,
Brass Construction,
Spandau Ballet,
Wings,
Soul II Soul,
Minor Threat,
Los Fastidios,
Sound Behaviour,
Tres Demented,
Y Pants,
Crime,
Marcia Griffiths,
David Axelrod,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Alton Ellis,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Sound,
Josef K,
Prince Buster,
K-Klass,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Ice-T,
Kerri Chandler,
Quadrant,
Roxette,
Arthur Verocai, Arthur Verocai, Arthur Verocai, Arthur Verocai.
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.