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 Qatar and from Winnipeg.
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 1963 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 harpsichord 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 Warren Ellis to the punk 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 Graham Central Station. All the underground hits.
All The Cosmic Jokers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kool G Rap & DJ Polo 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 marimba and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Porter Ricks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Gichy Dan,
Judy Mowatt,
The Dirtbombs,
Dark Day,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Jerry Gold Smith,
David McCallum,
Y Pants,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Colin Newman,
JFA,
Whodini,
T. Rex,
The J.B.'s,
Pulsallama,
Monks,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Swell Maps,
Sparks,
Juan Atkins,
China Crisis,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Sun Ra,
Gong,
Jacob Miller,
Junior Murvin,
Ohio Players,
Theoretical Girls,
Excepter,
The Trojans,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Gerry Rafferty,
Malaria!,
Loose Ends,
Bill Wells,
Warren Ellis,
The Dead C,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Five Americans,
Metal Thangz,
Joyce Sims,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Tommy Roe,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Brothers Johnson,
Michelle Simonal,
Stereo Dub,
The Smoke,
Jerry's Kids,
Newcleus,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Joy Division,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Symarip,
The Misunderstood,
MC5,
Swans,
Fluxion,
ABBA,
Godley & Creme,
Scan 7,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx, Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx, Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx, Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx.
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.