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 Solomon Islands and from London.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
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 1960 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Roy Ayers Ubiquity to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Kayak. All the underground hits.
All Letta Mbulu tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Agent Orange record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 clarinet and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Stereo Dub record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bush Tetras,
The Slits,
Roger Hodgson,
Symarip,
Kenny Larkin,
Rod Modell,
The Victims,
Marvin Gaye,
Flash Fearless,
Can,
Brand Nubian,
Mark Hollis,
David Bowie,
The Grass Roots,
Gil Scott Heron,
Banda Bassotti,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Yazoo,
L. Decosne,
Scrapy,
The Doors,
Eurythmics,
Newcleus,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Make Up,
a-ha,
Curtis Mayfield,
8 Eyed Spy,
Animal Collective,
MC5,
The Neon Judgement,
E-Dancer,
Gerry Rafferty,
Camberwell Now,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Monks,
Heaven 17,
Alphaville,
John Cale,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
UT,
Bang On A Can,
DNA,
Quadrant,
the Normal,
Crime,
Sam Rivers,
Hardrive,
Ossler,
Jacob Miller,
Nation of Ulysses,
Grauzone,
Agitation Free,
The Selecter,
Lightning Bolt,
Joey Negro,
Desert Stars,
The Fire Engines,
The Gun Club,
Todd Terry, Todd Terry, Todd Terry, Todd Terry.
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.