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 Liberia and from Manchester.
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 1968 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Milan.
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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the clarinet 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 Mars to the grime 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 Jeff Mills. All the underground hits.
All Wire tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Bar-Kays 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Unrelated Segments record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Brand Nubian,
Absolute Body Control,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Crash Course in Science,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Jacques Brel,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Gap Band,
Man Eating Sloth,
Whodini,
Index,
Faraquet,
The Human League,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
DJ Style,
Freddie Wadling,
Lungfish,
Sugar Minott,
the Association,
Warren Ellis,
The Wake,
Moby Grape,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Bizarre Inc.,
Danielle Patucci,
Fat Boys,
Circle Jerks,
Roy Ayers,
Ludus,
The Count Five,
Mr. Review,
Minor Threat,
E-Dancer,
Pierre Henry,
Bad Manners,
OOIOO,
Eric Dolphy,
Marcia Griffiths,
Marc Almond,
Moebius,
The American Breed,
Nas,
Das Ding,
Lalo Schifrin,
Duran Duran,
Half Japanese,
Thompson Twins,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Bush Tetras,
The Martian,
Lalann,
Charles Mingus,
Scrapy,
Supertramp,
Qualms,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Reuben Wilson,
Black Sheep,
Model 500,
Matthew Halsall,
Excepter,
Anakelly,
Pantytec, Pantytec, Pantytec, Pantytec.
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.