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 Peru and from Hong Kong.
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 1967 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Salvador.
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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the snare 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 T. Rex to the funk 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 Animal Collective. All the underground hits.
All Siglo XX tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Reuben Wilson 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a JFA record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Wings,
Derrick May,
Amon Düül,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Roy Ayers,
AZ,
The Beau Brummels,
Joey Negro,
Rites of Spring,
Arthur Verocai,
Crime,
Heaven 17,
Junior Murvin,
Khruangbin,
Andrew Hill,
Oblivians,
Mark Hollis,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Buckinghams,
Janne Schatter,
Sight & Sound,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Blossom Toes,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Mojo Men,
Sex Pistols,
Letta Mbulu,
Morten Harket,
Grauzone,
Avey Tare,
Archie Shepp,
JFA,
Cal Tjader,
Steve Hackett,
The Names,
Hot Snakes,
Pantytec,
The Gun Club,
Scratch Acid,
The Shadows of Knight,
Sandy B,
Iggy Pop,
Yellowson,
Skriet,
Ultimate Spinach,
Laurel Aitken,
Soft Cell,
The Kinks,
Goldenarms,
Newcleus,
Pulsallama,
Organ,
Dorothy Ashby,
In Retrospect,
Faust,
John Foxx,
New Order,
Gil Scott Heron,
Idris Muhammad,
Suburban Knight,
Marine Girls,
The Blackbyrds,
OOIOO,
David McCallum, David McCallum, David McCallum, David McCallum.
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.