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 Kuwait and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1963 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Hong Kong.
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 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 Robert Palmer 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 Minnie Riperton to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 A Certain Ratio. All the underground hits.
All Alton Ellis tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Smog 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sad Lovers and Giants record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Das Ding,
Bluetip,
World's Most,
Drexciya,
Fat Boys,
Bobby Byrd,
Ultravox,
The New Christs,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Dual Sessions,
Funky Four + One,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Leaves,
Barbara Tucker,
Agent Orange,
Derrick Morgan,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The United States of America,
Inner City,
Easy Going,
Bronski Beat,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Sarah Menescal,
Main Source,
The Moleskins,
Severed Heads,
Amon Düül,
The Slits,
The Barracudas,
The Young Rascals,
Minny Pops,
the Normal,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Remains,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Selecter,
Kas Product,
Jandek,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Rufus Thomas,
Newcleus,
Japan,
Ornette Coleman,
The Black Dice,
cv313,
The Detroit Cobras,
Eve St. Jones,
Harmonia,
Pantytec,
Donald Byrd,
JFA,
Soft Cell,
The Wake,
Brick,
the Soft Cell, the Soft Cell, the Soft Cell, the Soft Cell.
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.