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 Somalia and from Toronto.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia 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 1967 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Vainqueur 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 Oneida. All the underground hits.
All Skarface tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Selector Dub Narcotic record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 spring reverb and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Minutemen record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rites of Spring,
Sparks,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Hasil Adkins,
Kevin Saunderson,
Mary Jane Girls,
Black Bananas,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Dirtbombs,
World's Most,
Man Eating Sloth,
Terry Callier,
Popol Vuh,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Doors,
Whodini,
Nik Kershaw,
Fela Kuti,
Yaz,
Aaron Thompson,
Swans,
Sun Ra,
Marshall Jefferson,
Morten Harket,
The Human League,
Gang Green,
Skriet,
The Offenders,
Godley & Creme,
Eve St. Jones,
The Associates,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Fat Boys,
Marvin Gaye,
Yusef Lateef,
Underground Resistance,
Bad Manners,
Lalann,
Pantaleimon,
Q65,
Maleditus Sound,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Surgeon,
Average White Band,
Camberwell Now,
Robert Hood,
Thee Headcoats,
Minutemen,
Boogie Down Productions,
Jandek,
Easy Going,
Cal Tjader,
The Buckinghams,
Dual Sessions,
Bobby Womack,
Davy DMX,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Porter Ricks,
Pulsallama, Pulsallama, Pulsallama, Pulsallama.
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.