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 Guinea and from Tehran.
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 1964 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 1976 at the first Soft Boys practice in a loft in Cambridge.
I was working on the chamberlin 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 Khruangbin to the rock kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Slave. All the underground hits.
All Sandy B tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ornette Coleman 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bobby Byrd record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tubeway Army,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Eric B and Rakim,
Alison Limerick,
Black Bananas,
Roxette,
Amon Düül II,
Boogie Down Productions,
Marmalade,
cv313,
Minnie Riperton,
Royal Trux,
Aloha Tigers,
John Cale,
48th St. Collective,
Lebanon Hanover,
Saccharine Trust,
Lightning Bolt,
Kas Product,
Matthew Halsall,
Monks,
Eden Ahbez,
Jeff Mills,
Marvin Gaye,
Nick Fraelich,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Johnny Clarke,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Popol Vuh,
10cc,
Sugar Minott,
Malaria!,
June Days,
Ultra Naté,
David McCallum,
Television,
Massinfluence,
Tres Demented,
Piero Umiliani,
Shuggie Otis,
Sällskapet,
Jimmy McGriff,
Skarface,
Derrick Morgan,
The Fugs,
Brand Nubian,
Deakin,
Amon Düül,
Desert Stars,
Idris Muhammad,
Guru Guru,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The J.B.'s,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Barbara Tucker,
Blossom Toes,
Index,
Marshall Jefferson,
Iggy Pop,
The Saints,
KRS-One,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry, Red Lorry Yellow Lorry, Red Lorry Yellow Lorry, Red Lorry Yellow Lorry.
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.