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 Eritrea and from Woodstock.
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 1962 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Hardrive to the grime kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Qualms. All the underground hits.
All Charles Mingus tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Angels of Light & Akron/Family 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Alton Ellis record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
This Heat,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Five Americans,
DJ Sneak,
R.M.O.,
K-Klass,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Juan Atkins,
kango's stein massive,
One Last Wish,
Chris & Cosey,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Bootsy Collins,
Drive Like Jehu,
Symarip,
The Walker Brothers,
Babytalk,
Rites of Spring,
Archie Shepp,
Fat Boys,
Johnny Clarke,
Pantaleimon,
Eric B and Rakim,
KRS-One,
Rhythm & Sound,
Siglo XX,
Gastr Del Sol,
Roxy Music,
Freddie Wadling,
Amazonics,
Zero Boys,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
E-Dancer,
Pierre Henry,
Bluetip,
The Fortunes,
Donny Hathaway,
Ornette Coleman,
8 Eyed Spy,
Lightning Bolt,
Quantec,
Black Sheep,
Terrestrial Tones,
Bill Near,
Circle Jerks,
Pet Shop Boys,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Shadows of Knight,
Japan,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Aswad,
Bobby Womack,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
A Certain Ratio,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Camberwell Now,
Tres Demented,
Das Ding,
Thompson Twins,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Yusef Lateef,
Mandrill,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Jeff Lynne, Jeff Lynne, Jeff Lynne, Jeff Lynne.
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.