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 Palau and from Columbus.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 1966 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 snare 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 Ultramagnetic MC's to the grime kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 David McCallum. All the underground hits.
All Babytalk tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sexual Harrassment record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Shoche record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Barracudas,
John Lydon,
Outsiders,
Interpol,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
D'Angelo,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Knickerbockers,
Schoolly D,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Minor Threat,
Brass Construction,
Amazonics,
Rotary Connection,
The Flesh Eaters,
Stetsasonic,
Q65,
Theoretical Girls,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Star Department,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
DJ Style,
Drive Like Jehu,
Camberwell Now,
Khruangbin,
Dawn Penn,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Freddie Wadling,
The American Breed,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Ken Boothe,
Unrelated Segments,
Das Ding,
Amon Düül II,
Ludus,
EPMD,
Chrome,
Brand Nubian,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Donny Hathaway,
Young Marble Giants,
Eric Dolphy,
Wire,
Au Pairs,
John Cale,
Simply Red,
Bill Wells,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Skarface,
Drexciya,
Spoonie Gee,
Quadrant,
The Electric Prunes,
Soul II Soul,
Lou Christie,
Los Fastidios,
The Slits,
Soft Machine,
Kerrie Biddell,
Sällskapet,
Nico,
Magazine, Magazine, Magazine, Magazine.
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.