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 Uganda and from Shanghai.
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 1965 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 snare 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 Fad Gadget to the grime 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 David McCallum. All the underground hits.
All Ituana tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 mellotron and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ponytail record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Funkadelic,
ABC,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Letta Mbulu,
T. Rex,
Black Pus,
Minutemen,
The Wake,
Spandau Ballet,
Siglo XX,
Radio Birdman,
Rekid,
Archie Shepp,
Crooked Eye,
Wally Richardson,
Erasure,
Sister Nancy,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Excepter,
Glenn Branca,
Dennis Brown,
The Zeros,
The Invisible,
Mr. Review,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
June Days,
Reagan Youth,
The Stooges,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Amon Düül,
The Birthday Party,
Traffic Nightmare,
Mad Mike,
Zapp,
Fluxion,
Fad Gadget,
These Immortal Souls,
Shuggie Otis,
Henry Cow,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Toasters,
Crash Course in Science,
Nirvana,
Drive Like Jehu,
Minor Threat,
Howard Jones,
Matthew Halsall,
The Skatalites,
Ken Boothe,
In Retrospect,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Evens,
Marc Almond,
E-Dancer,
Eric Dolphy,
Kayak, Kayak, Kayak, Kayak.
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.