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 Chile and from Mumbai.
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 1961 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Frankie Knuckles to the rap 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 The Zeros. All the underground hits.
All Brand Nubian tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Goldenarms record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 linndrum and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Alton Ellis record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dead Boys,
Max Romeo,
Deakin,
Section 25,
MC5,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Mary Jane Girls,
Massinfluence,
Monks,
10cc,
Guru Guru,
Johnny Osbourne,
Arab on Radar,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Big Daddy Kane,
John Cale,
Bang On A Can,
The Standells,
Zero Boys,
World's Most,
Das Ding,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Ten City,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
DJ Style,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Albert Ayler,
The Motions,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Fire Engines,
The Remains,
Joe Smooth,
Danielle Patucci,
Lyres,
Byron Stingily,
The Index,
Warren Ellis,
New York Dolls,
E-Dancer,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Sister Nancy,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Fear,
Clear Light,
Toni Rubio,
Robert Wyatt,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Barracudas,
Minutemen,
the Swans,
Loose Ends,
Bluetip,
Barbara Tucker,
The Angels of Light,
Lightning Bolt,
Black Moon,
Sparks,
Marc Almond,
Mad Mike,
Dual Sessions,
Tim Buckley, Tim Buckley, Tim Buckley, Tim Buckley.
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.