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 Botswana and from Delhi.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 mellotron 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 Babytalk 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 Ornette Coleman. All the underground hits.
All Johnny Clarke tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Joey Negro 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Gap Band,
Glambeats Corp.,
Lightning Bolt,
Wolf Eyes,
Kool Moe Dee,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Wake,
Quantec,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Don Cherry,
The Trojans,
The Associates,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Johnny Clarke,
Echospace,
Oneida,
Lebanon Hanover,
Mr. Review,
Rapeman,
Pere Ubu,
Carl Craig,
John Cale,
Theoretical Girls,
Blake Baxter,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Accadde A,
Minny Pops,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Pagans,
Eden Ahbez,
Camberwell Now,
Symarip,
Pierre Henry,
Leonard Cohen,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Pylon,
Godley & Creme,
Simply Red,
AZ,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Schoolly D,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Agent Orange,
Ultra Naté,
Rakim,
Henry Cow,
Bill Near,
Crash Course in Science,
Andrew Hill,
Index,
The Remains,
Section 25,
DJ Style,
The Real Kids,
Con Funk Shun,
Anakelly,
Fat Boys,
Max Romeo,
Peter and Kerry,
Stereo Dub,
Organ,
Urselle,
Girls At Our Best!, Girls At Our Best!, Girls At Our Best!, Girls At Our Best!.
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.