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 Saudi Arabia and from Spokane.
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 1965 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 KRS-One to the jazz 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 Ponytail. All the underground hits.
All Soul II Soul tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Boogie Down Productions 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a theremin 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 harpsichord and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Flipper,
Kool Moe Dee,
Boz Scaggs,
Jerry's Kids,
Barrington Levy,
Pylon,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Crooked Eye,
Neil Young,
Wire,
Dark Day,
The Invisible,
Radiopuhelimet,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Warren Ellis,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Isaac Hayes,
Gong,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Jeff Mills,
Black Bananas,
Alison Limerick,
Boredoms,
Reuben Wilson,
Yazoo,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Sam Rivers,
Dennis Brown,
The Moody Blues,
Section 25,
Porter Ricks,
DJ Style,
Television Personalities,
Ken Boothe,
Young Marble Giants,
The Victims,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Marine Girls,
One Last Wish,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Index,
Soul Sonic Force,
Wolf Eyes,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Blossom Toes,
Archie Shepp,
Marcia Griffiths,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Scratch Acid,
Erasure,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Erykah Badu,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Funky Four + One,
kango's stein massive,
The Last Poets,
Lindisfarne,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Associates, The Associates, The Associates, The Associates.
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.