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 Trinidad & Tobago and from Salvador.
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 1962 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 1977 at the first Human League practice in a loft in Sheffield.
I was working on the linndrum 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 Barrington Levy to the funk 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 Anthony Braxton. All the underground hits.
All Aaron Thompson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Reagan Youth 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pole record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Arab on Radar,
Clear Light,
Can,
Fat Boys,
John Holt,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Scrapy,
Massinfluence,
Leonard Cohen,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Kerrie Biddell,
Gang Starr,
Rod Modell,
Charles Mingus,
David McCallum,
The Mummies,
Eli Mardock,
The Leaves,
Blossom Toes,
The Smoke,
Roger Hodgson,
John Coltrane,
Heaven 17,
Peter and Kerry,
The Sonics,
Second Layer,
The Doors,
Susan Cadogan,
The Remains,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Zapp,
Jawbox,
The Residents,
Kayak,
Symarip,
The Toasters,
Jacob Miller,
Prince Buster,
Interpol,
Dawn Penn,
Andrew Hill,
Cymande,
Johnny Clarke,
Minutemen,
The Skatalites,
Sound Behaviour,
Das Ding,
Soul II Soul,
Aaron Thompson,
The American Breed,
Black Sheep,
John Cale,
Traffic Nightmare,
Tres Demented,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Buckinghams,
Joey Negro,
Sixth Finger,
New York Dolls,
It's A Beautiful Day, It's A Beautiful Day, It's A Beautiful Day, It's A Beautiful Day.
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.