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 Bhutan and from New York.
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 1963 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Faraquet to the grime kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon. All the underground hits.
All the Slits tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every New Age Steppers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Marshall Jefferson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Smoke,
Gil Scott Heron,
Spoonie Gee,
Peter & Gordon,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Camouflage,
Radio Birdman,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Amazonics,
The Offenders,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Jimmy McGriff,
These Immortal Souls,
Black Bananas,
Jacob Miller,
Ultra Naté,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Moby Grape,
Oneida,
The Skatalites,
Harmonia,
The Gun Club,
Buzzcocks,
the Germs,
Darondo,
Sun City Girls,
The Beau Brummels,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Five Americans,
The Fugs,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Erykah Badu,
Ice-T,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Lucky Dragons,
Aswad,
Oblivians,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Funkadelic,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Blues Magoos,
Altered Images,
Bootsy Collins,
Joy Division,
Khruangbin,
New York Dolls,
Minor Threat,
The Gories,
H. Thieme,
The Misunderstood,
Quando Quango,
The Techniques,
Kas Product,
Alphaville,
Delta 5,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Slits,
Panda Bear,
Ornette Coleman,
a-ha,
Whodini,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds, Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds, Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds, Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds.
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.