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 Cyprus and from Manila.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia 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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Spokane.
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 1975 at the first Throbbing Gristle practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Ice-T to the funk 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 Notorious Big And Bone Thugs. All the underground hits.
All Mr. Review tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Shuggie Otis record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Robert Hood record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Audionom,
The Index,
Rod Modell,
The Last Poets,
Ultimate Spinach,
Man Eating Sloth,
Barbara Tucker,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Saints,
Rosa Yemen,
Bill Wells,
Radiohead,
The Leaves,
EPMD,
R.M.O.,
Liliput,
The Moleskins,
Charles Mingus,
Amazonics,
Circle Jerks,
Fear,
Dual Sessions,
Matthew Halsall,
The Zeros,
Scientists,
Sister Nancy,
Qualms,
Kurtis Blow,
Johnny Clarke,
Aloha Tigers,
Public Enemy,
Country Teasers,
Rekid,
Arab on Radar,
Nils Olav,
Black Moon,
Das Ding,
Vladislav Delay,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Velvet Underground,
Ralphi Rosario,
Slick Rick,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Techniques,
Gil Scott Heron,
Bronski Beat,
Bill Near,
Curtis Mayfield,
Drexciya,
Von Mondo,
the Association,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Janne Schatter,
cv313,
Con Funk Shun,
Livin' Joy,
Dark Day,
Monolake,
Boz Scaggs,
Pharoah Sanders, Pharoah Sanders, Pharoah Sanders, Pharoah Sanders.
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.