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 St Kitts & Nevis and from Tehran.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Grandmaster Flash to the jazz kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Marvin Gaye. All the underground hits.
All Kango’s Stein Massive tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Groovy Waters record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jesper Dahlback record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Moss Icon,
This Heat,
Trumans Water,
Sugar Minott,
Crash Course in Science,
Graham Central Station,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Kerri Chandler,
L. Decosne,
The Beau Brummels,
Fat Boys,
Symarip,
The Mojo Men,
D'Angelo,
Albert Ayler,
Visage,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Jandek,
Porter Ricks,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Neu!,
Marvin Gaye,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Raincoats,
Lalo Schifrin,
Funkadelic,
Iggy Pop,
The Flesh Eaters,
Crispian St. Peters,
Max Romeo,
JFA,
Hashim,
Mad Mike,
Loose Ends,
Eli Mardock,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Gang Gang Dance,
Black Flag,
the Soft Cell,
Excepter,
The Cramps,
Aloha Tigers,
Unrelated Segments,
Lucky Dragons,
Kevin Saunderson,
Curtis Mayfield,
Au Pairs,
Scott Walker,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Section 25,
Davy DMX,
The Happenings,
Skaos,
Babytalk,
Man Parrish,
Cal Tjader,
Inner City,
Matthew Bourne,
F. McDonald,
The Velvet Underground,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Electric Prunes,
Derrick Morgan, Derrick Morgan, Derrick Morgan, Derrick Morgan.
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.