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 Japan and from Accra.
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 1967 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Heavy D & The Boyz to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Offenders. All the underground hits.
All Charles Mingus tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pylon 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Connie Case record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Glambeats Corp.,
Kool Moe Dee,
Jacques Brel,
The Seeds,
The Knickerbockers,
Ice-T,
The Blues Magoos,
The Music Machine,
The Black Dice,
K-Klass,
Groovy Waters,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
June Days,
Supertramp,
China Crisis,
The Slits,
Scrapy,
UT,
Davy DMX,
Throbbing Gristle,
Audionom,
Robert Hood,
Barrington Levy,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Suburban Knight,
Joyce Sims,
Soft Machine,
Delta 5,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Goldenarms,
Maleditus Sound,
The Techniques,
Nas,
Duran Duran,
Ohio Players,
Liliput,
Howard Jones,
The Gap Band,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Organ,
Fugazi,
Mandrill,
The Pretty Things,
Infiniti,
Soft Cell,
Pussy Galore,
The Misunderstood,
Stereo Dub,
The Victims,
Faraquet,
Bill Near,
The Barracudas,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Erykah Badu,
Lee Hazlewood,
Rod Modell,
The Fire Engines,
B.T. Express,
Scientists,
Excepter,
Jimmy McGriff, Jimmy McGriff, Jimmy McGriff, Jimmy McGriff.
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.