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 Antigua and from Jakarta.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 1977 at the first Human League practice in a loft in Sheffield.
I was working on the clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Lungfish to the grime 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 Smog. All the underground hits.
All Black Flag tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Audionom record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Junior Murvin record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Los Fastidios,
FM Einheit,
The Red Krayola,
the Normal,
The Cowsills,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Jeff Lynne,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Lindisfarne,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Big Daddy Kane,
Colin Newman,
The Count Five,
Hardrive,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Michelle Simonal,
Television,
Marc Almond,
F. McDonald,
Public Enemy,
Pantaleimon,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Marmalade,
Reagan Youth,
Silicon Teens,
Technova,
Malaria!,
Hashim,
Jerry's Kids,
kango's stein massive,
Trumans Water,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Rites of Spring,
Avey Tare,
a-ha,
Chrome,
Alphaville,
Sarah Menescal,
48th St. Collective,
Connie Case,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Jeff Mills,
Sam Rivers,
Byron Stingily,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
David McCallum,
Tropical Tobacco,
Surgeon,
Nils Olav,
Marshall Jefferson,
Deakin,
Pulsallama,
Howard Jones,
Easy Going,
Rosa Yemen,
Half Japanese,
Cluster,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic, Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic, Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic, Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic.
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.