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 Gambia and from Glasgow.
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 1965 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 1977 at the first Human League practice in a loft in Sheffield.
I was working on the 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 dance kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 KRS-One. All the underground hits.
All Peter and Kerry tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Cosmic Jokers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Toasters record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Animal Collective,
The Names,
Jacob Miller,
Aural Exciters,
Thee Headcoats,
Deakin,
Dorothy Ashby,
Black Bananas,
Junior Murvin,
Gang Starr,
Don Cherry,
The Neon Judgement,
Jandek,
Jacques Brel,
Camouflage,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Monks,
Quando Quango,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Remains,
Nirvana,
Outsiders,
Tom Boy,
Curtis Mayfield,
Dennis Brown,
The Fugs,
The American Breed,
The Fall,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Fire Engines,
the Bar-Kays,
K-Klass,
Wings,
Silicon Teens,
Sex Pistols,
David Bowie,
Sister Nancy,
The Offenders,
Flamin' Groovies,
Simply Red,
Colin Newman,
Steve Hackett,
Spandau Ballet,
Sam Rivers,
Wire,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Oneida,
Lightning Bolt,
Gang of Four,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
China Crisis,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Yusef Lateef,
Soft Cell,
Laurel Aitken,
Banda Bassotti,
Accadde A,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Schoolly D,
Ludus,
Susan Cadogan, Susan Cadogan, Susan Cadogan, Susan Cadogan.
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.