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 Dominica and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Reuben Wilson to the rock kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Aloha Tigers. All the underground hits.
All Brand Nubian tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Don Cherry record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Flash Fearless record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
A Certain Ratio,
The Divine Comedy,
the Soft Cell,
Arab on Radar,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Monks,
Max Romeo,
The Skatalites,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Dead Boys,
The Stooges,
Porter Ricks,
Bad Manners,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Tres Demented,
D'Angelo,
Rakim,
LL Cool J,
The Leaves,
The Last Poets,
Ralphi Rosario,
Deepchord,
Gastr Del Sol,
New Order,
This Heat,
Barrington Levy,
Lakeside,
Radiohead,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Busters,
The Young Rascals,
Marc Almond,
Jandek,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Dead C,
Yaz,
Sound Behaviour,
Grandmaster Flash,
Harry Pussy,
Judy Mowatt,
Ossler,
B.T. Express,
Con Funk Shun,
Crispian St. Peters,
Jeff Mills,
Scientists,
The Offenders,
Malaria!,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Black Dice,
Khruangbin,
Grey Daturas,
Glambeats Corp.,
T. Rex,
Amazonics,
Los Fastidios,
Nils Olav,
The Red Krayola,
The Dirtbombs,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Tropical Tobacco, Tropical Tobacco, Tropical Tobacco, Tropical Tobacco.
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.