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 Niger and from Mexico City.
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 1961 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 The Slackers to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 OOIOO. All the underground hits.
All Avey Tare tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Andrew Hill record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 marimba and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cabaret Voltaire record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Wake,
Isaac Hayes,
The Evens,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Blake Baxter,
Prince Buster,
Kayak,
Donny Hathaway,
The Fugs,
Wire,
a-ha,
Trumans Water,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Second Layer,
Kool Moe Dee,
Flamin' Groovies,
Andrew Hill,
June Days,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
PIL,
Eric Dolphy,
Byron Stingily,
Little Man,
Sunsets and Hearts,
James White and The Blacks,
Mary Jane Girls,
Camouflage,
Kaleidoscope,
The Real Kids,
The Fortunes,
Curtis Mayfield,
Faust,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Big Daddy Kane,
Danielle Patucci,
Scrapy,
the Bar-Kays,
La Düsseldorf,
Mad Mike,
The Victims,
Magazine,
The Gories,
Massinfluence,
The Busters,
Patti Smith,
Absolute Body Control,
Bobby Sherman,
the Sonics,
Half Japanese,
F. McDonald,
Soul II Soul,
Brass Construction,
Kas Product,
Sexual Harrassment,
Fat Boys,
Deadbeat,
LL Cool J,
Don Cherry,
The Remains,
Junior Murvin,
Buzzcocks,
Lungfish,
Ultravox, Ultravox, Ultravox, Ultravox.
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.