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 Nepal and from Jakarta.
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 1968 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 güiro 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 Joe Finger to the jazz 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 Circle Jerks. All the underground hits.
All Sister Nancy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Doors 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Marcia Griffiths record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Los Fastidios,
Alton Ellis,
Brand Nubian,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Vogues,
MC5,
Avey Tare,
Tres Demented,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Fire Engines,
Roxy Music,
Letta Mbulu,
The Flesh Eaters,
Massinfluence,
A Certain Ratio,
Roxette,
Audionom,
Arab on Radar,
Deepchord,
Tubeway Army,
Sun City Girls,
Cluster,
Danielle Patucci,
10cc,
Minnie Riperton,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Kool Moe Dee,
Derrick May,
The Victims,
Dave Gahan,
Symarip,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Associates,
Reuben Wilson,
Trumans Water,
Traffic Nightmare,
Smog,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Byron Stingily,
Derrick Morgan,
Visage,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Supertramp,
Agitation Free,
Terry Callier,
LL Cool J,
In Retrospect,
Crooked Eye,
Sun Ra,
Pole,
Girls At Our Best!,
Khruangbin,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Boredoms,
Gang Green,
The Mummies,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Lee Hazlewood,
Soulsonic Force,
Ultra Naté, Ultra Naté, Ultra Naté, Ultra Naté.
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.