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 East Timor and from Lagos.
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 1968 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Slave to the crunk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 The Skatalites. All the underground hits.
All The Smiths tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Hashim record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 spring reverb and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tomorrow record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Henry Cow,
Michelle Simonal,
Stiv Bators,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Lee Hazlewood,
Mars,
Andrew Hill,
Buzzcocks,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Scrapy,
The Detroit Cobras,
Roger Hodgson,
Kurtis Blow,
John Lydon,
Jawbox,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Groovy Waters,
Duran Duran,
Lower 48,
Subhumans,
Juan Atkins,
Rites of Spring,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Minny Pops,
Brand Nubian,
Alison Limerick,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Wire,
Lalann,
David Bowie,
Fugazi,
Babytalk,
FM Einheit,
Hashim,
Das Ding,
The Toasters,
Cybotron,
Isaac Hayes,
Cameo,
Ronan,
The Last Poets,
Mission of Burma,
Vladislav Delay,
Pantaleimon,
The Fuzztones,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Electric Prunes,
Frankie Knuckles,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
In Retrospect,
Half Japanese,
The Sound,
Danielle Patucci,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Stockholm Monsters,
Man Parrish,
Reuben Wilson,
Davy DMX,
Sugar Minott,
Carl Craig,
Strawberry Alarm Clock, Strawberry Alarm Clock, Strawberry Alarm Clock, Strawberry Alarm Clock.
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.