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 Ireland and from Tehran.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1963 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 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 Echospace to the rap kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 L. Decosne. All the underground hits.
All MDC tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nik Kershaw record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Curtis Mayfield record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Marine Girls,
Oneida,
The Kinks,
Todd Terry,
Man Parrish,
Bronski Beat,
Sight & Sound,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Roxette,
Sam Rivers,
Johnny Clarke,
Public Enemy,
Jawbox,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Brick,
Mo-Dettes,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Gong,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Buckinghams,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Dawn Penn,
Kurtis Blow,
Cecil Taylor,
Clear Light,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Selecter,
Nas,
Gastr Del Sol,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Spoonie Gee,
Chrome,
T.S.O.L.,
the Normal,
Big Daddy Kane,
Main Source,
Ornette Coleman,
Charles Mingus,
Bill Near,
Visage,
Malaria!,
Japan,
Howard Jones,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Flesh Eaters,
X-Ray Spex,
The Vogues,
Ponytail,
The Invisible,
Gabor Szabo,
La Düsseldorf,
Mad Mike,
Minny Pops,
Harry Pussy,
Cal Tjader,
The Blues Magoos,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Maurizio,
Hasil Adkins,
Moebius, Moebius, Moebius, Moebius.
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.