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 Guinea-Bissau and from Mexico City.
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 1969 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 marimba 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 Flipper to the grime 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 the Germs. All the underground hits.
All The Seeds tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dead Boys 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tears for Fears record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ituana,
Girls At Our Best!,
Groovy Waters,
Ronnie Foster,
MC5,
Dorothy Ashby,
Jacob Miller,
Soul Sonic Force,
Cheater Slicks,
Black Sheep,
Magazine,
Pagans,
The Names,
Carl Craig,
The Skatalites,
Godley & Creme,
Brass Construction,
the Germs,
Clear Light,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Oneida,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The New Christs,
Chris & Cosey,
The Fugs,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Howard Jones,
Second Layer,
Soul II Soul,
EPMD,
Isaac Hayes,
Dark Day,
The Misunderstood,
The Red Krayola,
The Remains,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
James White and The Blacks,
Johnny Osbourne,
Deakin,
Kas Product,
Kool Moe Dee,
Danielle Patucci,
Alice Coltrane,
Gabor Szabo,
Qualms,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Deepchord,
D'Angelo,
the Association,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Ten City,
Con Funk Shun,
Lungfish,
Ludus,
World's Most,
The Seeds,
Dennis Brown,
The Fortunes,
Crispian St. Peters,
Eric Copeland,
Icehouse,
Sexual Harrassment, Sexual Harrassment, Sexual Harrassment, Sexual Harrassment.
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.