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 Nauru and from Shanghai.
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 1962 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog to the punk 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 Johnny Clarke. All the underground hits.
All Tubeway Army tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Smiths record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Joe Smooth 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?
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
D'Angelo,
Black Flag,
Drive Like Jehu,
ABC,
The Remains,
Avey Tare,
Laurel Aitken,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Aswad,
Boz Scaggs,
Nirvana,
Maurizio,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Eli Mardock,
Carl Craig,
Hoover,
Index,
The Skatalites,
Michelle Simonal,
Camberwell Now,
The United States of America,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Funky Four + One,
Mary Jane Girls,
a-ha,
Sam Rivers,
The Moleskins,
the Association,
Tres Demented,
H. Thieme,
Mo-Dettes,
The Sound,
Bad Manners,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Tears for Fears,
Kas Product,
Ronan,
Pierre Henry,
Y Pants,
Severed Heads,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Trojans,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Pop Group,
Agitation Free,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Animal Collective,
Joe Smooth,
Gil Scott Heron,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
48th St. Collective,
Moebius,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Durutti Column,
The Blackbyrds,
Thee Headcoats,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Schoolly D, Schoolly D, Schoolly D, Schoolly D.
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.