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 Egypt and from Jakarta.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 linndrum 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 Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic to the rap kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 The Neon Judgement. All the underground hits.
All Alton Ellis tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Joyce Sims record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a New Age Steppers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Kas Product,
Electric Prunes,
These Immortal Souls,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Curtis Mayfield,
L. Decosne,
Oneida,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Dave Gahan,
World's Most,
Arab on Radar,
Suburban Knight,
Erasure,
Eric Dolphy,
Silicon Teens,
Surgeon,
Max Romeo,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Lee Hazlewood,
Second Layer,
The Tremeloes,
MC5,
Rakim,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
D'Angelo,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Bobby Womack,
Anakelly,
Von Mondo,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Harpers Bizarre,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Glenn Branca,
Jacob Miller,
Radiohead,
Tommy Roe,
LL Cool J,
Popol Vuh,
Derrick May,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Reagan Youth,
Aloha Tigers,
Infiniti,
Stereo Dub,
Lalo Schifrin,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Scott Walker,
China Crisis,
Arthur Verocai,
Gang Gang Dance,
Fad Gadget,
Bluetip,
John Coltrane,
Tubeway Army,
Essential Logic,
Main Source,
Nirvana,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Eli Mardock,
Ronan, Ronan, Ronan, Ronan.
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.