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 Armenia and from Mumbai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1968 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 1975 at the first Throbbing Gristle practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Harmonia to the grime kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 John Coltrane. All the underground hits.
All The Slackers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kango’s Stein Massive 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Siouxsie and the Banshees record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jerry Gold Smith,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Dave Gahan,
Q and Not U,
Slave,
Black Flag,
Eric B and Rakim,
David Bowie,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Martian,
Ornette Coleman,
Maleditus Sound,
the Germs,
Johnny Osbourne,
Man Parrish,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Trojans,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Henry Cow,
The Selecter,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Pulsallama,
Neil Young,
Iggy Pop,
Max Romeo,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Tim Buckley,
Suburban Knight,
Unrelated Segments,
ABC,
Television,
Rites of Spring,
X-102,
Mission of Burma,
Gichy Dan,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Birthday Party,
Metal Thangz,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Chris Corsano,
Moby Grape,
Con Funk Shun,
Lalann,
Glambeats Corp.,
Visage,
Hot Snakes,
F. McDonald,
Aloha Tigers,
Rapeman,
Mo-Dettes,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Lou Christie,
Gregory Isaacs,
Khruangbin,
Danielle Patucci,
Gerry Rafferty,
Sixth Finger,
Sight & Sound,
Idris Muhammad,
Bobby Womack,
Minor Threat,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Leonard Cohen,
T. Rex,
Fort Wilson Riot, Fort Wilson Riot, Fort Wilson Riot, Fort Wilson Riot.
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.