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 Barbados and from Mumbai.
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 1966 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 Tom Verlaine 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 Prince Buster to the grime kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Hoover. All the underground hits.
All Jerry's Kids tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rhythim Is Rhythim record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Soul II Soul record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Fall,
Deakin,
Underground Resistance,
Hardrive,
The Victims,
Gregory Isaacs,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Gil Scott Heron,
Lungfish,
Davy DMX,
The Cure,
Pylon,
World's Most,
Eden Ahbez,
The Human League,
Dave Gahan,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Aural Exciters,
Marshall Jefferson,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Blues Magoos,
Talk Talk,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Lou Reed,
Tres Demented,
Subhumans,
Slave,
Dennis Brown,
T. Rex,
Con Funk Shun,
The Associates,
Andrew Hill,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Lalann,
One Last Wish,
John Coltrane,
Barrington Levy,
Alphaville,
Bill Wells,
Spoonie Gee,
Johnny Clarke,
The Gap Band,
Hot Snakes,
Jacques Brel,
Nils Olav,
Lower 48,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Standells,
Letta Mbulu,
Hashim,
Mission of Burma,
Swell Maps,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Leonard Cohen, Leonard Cohen, Leonard Cohen, Leonard Cohen.
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.