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 Swaziland and from Columbus.
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 1964 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 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 Lalann 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 Subhumans. All the underground hits.
All Pierre Henry tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nation of Ulysses 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Man Eating Sloth record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Young Marble Giants,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Bobby Byrd,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
FM Einheit,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Johnny Osbourne,
Soul II Soul,
Scion,
The Angels of Light,
R.M.O.,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Letta Mbulu,
Sonny Sharrock,
Skriet,
Albert Ayler,
Cameo,
Cymande,
David Bowie,
Arthur Verocai,
kango's stein massive,
Cluster,
Half Japanese,
Camouflage,
LL Cool J,
Sister Nancy,
The Fugs,
Funky Four + One,
Los Fastidios,
La Düsseldorf,
The Slackers,
The Barracudas,
Lungfish,
This Heat,
The Divine Comedy,
Bootsy Collins,
Oneida,
The Shadows of Knight,
Joey Negro,
Tubeway Army,
the Slits,
Gang Green,
Dave Gahan,
the Sonics,
Althea and Donna,
Deakin,
Ralphi Rosario,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Beasts of Bourbon,
June of 44,
Janne Schatter,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Golliwogs,
The Dave Clark Five,
Symarip,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Dirtbombs,
Kayak,
Monks,
Inner City,
The Mummies, The Mummies, The Mummies, The Mummies.
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.