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 Jamaica and from Bremen.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 Buzzcocks practice in a loft in Bolton.
I was working on the güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic to the grime kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Wake. All the underground hits.
All Ornette Coleman tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Aloha Tigers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a David McCallum record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Jacob Miller,
Sonny Sharrock,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Gerry Rafferty,
Cheater Slicks,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Scion,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Rufus Thomas,
June Days,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Fat Boys,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Depeche Mode,
The Misunderstood,
The Music Machine,
Agitation Free,
Stiv Bators,
Sister Nancy,
Cecil Taylor,
DJ Style,
Oblivians,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Angry Samoans,
Duran Duran,
Wings,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Public Image Ltd.,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
D'Angelo,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Mr. Review,
Marine Girls,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Skatalites,
The Gories,
Nico,
Junior Murvin,
Alice Coltrane,
Donald Byrd,
the Slits,
Half Japanese,
Ludus,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Dave Clark Five,
Model 500,
Roger Hodgson,
Traffic Nightmare,
Maleditus Sound,
The Selecter,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Ken Boothe,
The Electric Prunes,
Absolute Body Control,
Aloha Tigers,
Au Pairs,
Sound Behaviour,
Hashim, Hashim, Hashim, Hashim.
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.