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 Equatorial Guinea and from Tokyo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1962 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 snare 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 Ronan to the grime kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 T. Rex. All the underground hits.
All Nation of Ulysses tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Birthday Party record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 rhodes and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Sisters of Mercy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fat Boys,
Nas,
Metal Thangz,
Alison Limerick,
Wasted Youth,
Sixth Finger,
Brothers Johnson,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Martian,
Fear,
Gabor Szabo,
This Heat,
10cc,
Robert Görl,
Suburban Knight,
The Angels of Light,
Monks,
Sound Behaviour,
Easy Going,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Camouflage,
Talk Talk,
Audionom,
Dawn Penn,
Silicon Teens,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Busters,
Ultra Naté,
Subhumans,
The Monochrome Set,
David Axelrod,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Oneida,
Black Pus,
Agitation Free,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Delon & Dalcan,
F. McDonald,
Aswad,
The Fortunes,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Doobie Brothers,
Rakim,
Icehouse,
The Smiths,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
D'Angelo,
Spandau Ballet,
Quantec,
Tommy Roe,
Hasil Adkins,
Yusef Lateef,
Glambeats Corp.,
Joyce Sims,
The J.B.'s,
Ronnie Foster,
the Swans,
Television Personalities,
Ornette Coleman,
Fela Kuti,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Blackbyrds, The Blackbyrds, The Blackbyrds, The Blackbyrds.
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.