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 Yemen and from Toronto.
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 1966 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the sitar 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 crunk 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 Beasts of Bourbon. All the underground hits.
All Archie Shepp tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Essential Logic record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 clarinet and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Excepter record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Popol Vuh,
Prince Buster,
The Buckinghams,
Eurythmics,
Derrick Morgan,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Ponytail,
L. Decosne,
B.T. Express,
Reagan Youth,
Barclay James Harvest,
Minutemen,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Misunderstood,
Nas,
The Trojans,
the Sonics,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Black Dice,
Can,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Carl Craig,
Patti Smith,
Trumans Water,
Mad Mike,
Alton Ellis,
Lucky Dragons,
Glambeats Corp.,
Accadde A,
The Angels of Light,
The Raincoats,
The Offenders,
Marc Almond,
Massinfluence,
Arcadia,
Delon & Dalcan,
Bob Dylan,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Boz Scaggs,
Drexciya,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Piero Umiliani,
Guru Guru,
John Foxx,
OOIOO,
The Barracudas,
The Star Department,
Outsiders,
Jacques Brel,
Cymande,
Average White Band,
Man Eating Sloth,
Bronski Beat,
The Five Americans,
Royal Trux,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Dave Gahan,
Flipper, Flipper, Flipper, Flipper.
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.