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 Poland and from Seoul.
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 1966 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and London.
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 1976 at the first Buzzcocks practice in a loft in Bolton.
I was working on the chamberlin 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 Angels of Light & Akron/Family to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Neil Young & Crazy Horse. All the underground hits.
All The Cosmic Jokers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Moss Icon 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kevin Saunderson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jacob Miller,
KRS-One,
Quando Quango,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Names,
Inner City,
Model 500,
The Walker Brothers,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Junior Murvin,
Pharoah Sanders,
Scan 7,
Eden Ahbez,
Stiv Bators,
The Black Dice,
Ten City,
The Misunderstood,
Black Sheep,
Visage,
Mad Mike,
Pulsallama,
Ultravox,
Second Layer,
Sugar Minott,
Magma,
Slick Rick,
The Fall,
Bobby Byrd,
Joensuu 1685,
John Cale,
Yellowson,
A Certain Ratio,
Blossom Toes,
Shuggie Otis,
Eric Dolphy,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Terrestrial Tones,
Rhythm & Sound,
Excepter,
Maleditus Sound,
Monks,
Reagan Youth,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Sex Pistols,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Erasure,
The Moody Blues,
DJ Style,
Roxy Music,
Ronnie Foster,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Cal Tjader,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Nils Olav,
The Gladiators,
The Fugs,
The Barracudas,
Lungfish,
Ronan,
Ice-T,
Skarface,
Leonard Cohen,
Sarah Menescal, Sarah Menescal, Sarah Menescal, Sarah Menescal.
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.