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 Mozambique and from Beijing.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Delhi.
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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 kango's stein massive to the funk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Pantaleimon. All the underground hits.
All Nas tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Oblivians 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sugar Minott record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Curtis Mayfield,
Minnie Riperton,
Aloha Tigers,
Bobby Sherman,
F. McDonald,
the Sonics,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Scrapy,
Magma,
Desert Stars,
The Dead C,
X-102,
Scratch Acid,
Black Bananas,
Bobby Byrd,
Magazine,
the Swans,
Pole,
kango's stein massive,
Reagan Youth,
David Bowie,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Parry Music,
In Retrospect,
Harry Pussy,
Bill Wells,
Neil Young,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Los Fastidios,
The Names,
John Foxx,
The Fall,
Marmalade,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Funkadelic,
The Stooges,
Oblivians,
Lungfish,
Soft Cell,
Zapp,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Cramps,
Liliput,
Bronski Beat,
Unwound,
Severed Heads,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Funky Four + One,
Cluster,
MC5,
Can,
Jandek,
H. Thieme,
Scientists,
Gregory Isaacs,
Lower 48,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Sexual Harrassment,
Ludus,
Fort Wilson Riot, Fort Wilson Riot, Fort Wilson Riot, Fort Wilson Riot.
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.