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 Eritrea and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia 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 1968 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Bobby Womack to the grime kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 D'Angelo. All the underground hits.
All Tommy Roe tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Alison Limerick 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Livin' Joy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar 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 Monks,
Subhumans,
Sound Behaviour,
The Birthday Party,
ABBA,
Sex Pistols,
The Stooges,
Talk Talk,
Mars,
Banda Bassotti,
Dead Boys,
Flamin' Groovies,
Carl Craig,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Newcleus,
Dark Day,
Young Marble Giants,
Das Ding,
Aswad,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Shadows of Knight,
Soul II Soul,
Audionom,
Thompson Twins,
Camberwell Now,
Traffic Nightmare,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Y Pants,
Gastr Del Sol,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Kevin Saunderson,
B.T. Express,
The Vogues,
Trumans Water,
Thee Headcoats,
KRS-One,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Altered Images,
Eddi Front,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Fire Engines,
Scan 7,
Jerry's Kids,
Fugazi,
Pagans,
Make Up,
Ohio Players,
Theoretical Girls,
Idris Muhammad,
Man Parrish,
Brand Nubian,
X-102,
Metal Thangz,
The Evens,
Ronnie Foster,
Schoolly D,
Albert Ayler,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Busters,
Royal Trux,
The Searchers,
Derrick Morgan, Derrick Morgan, Derrick Morgan, Derrick Morgan.
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.