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 France and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Art of Noise 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 1965 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Thee Headcoats 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 Interpol. All the underground hits.
All The Star Department tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Star Department 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kaleidoscope record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Stooges,
Slick Rick,
Yusef Lateef,
Shuggie Otis,
Sun City Girls,
Bill Near,
The Gun Club,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Skatalites,
Harmonia,
Roy Ayers,
The Moody Blues,
Fluxion,
Soulsonic Force,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Black Dice,
Michelle Simonal,
The Evens,
The Trojans,
Electric Prunes,
Gabor Szabo,
Laurel Aitken,
Todd Terry,
Black Pus,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
KRS-One,
Kayak,
Joey Negro,
Don Cherry,
Derrick May,
Swans,
LL Cool J,
DJ Sneak,
Pole,
Main Source,
Arthur Verocai,
Unwound,
Todd Rundgren,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Scientists,
Flash Fearless,
Alton Ellis,
This Heat,
Maleditus Sound,
Boz Scaggs,
The Dave Clark Five,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Pet Shop Boys,
Letta Mbulu,
The Zeros,
John Lydon,
The Standells,
The Leaves,
The Tremeloes,
Black Flag,
Scratch Acid,
The Monochrome Set,
Mr. Review,
DNA,
Interpol,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Eric Dolphy, Eric Dolphy, Eric Dolphy, Eric Dolphy.
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.