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 South Africa and from Mumbai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1967 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the arpeggiator 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 Derrick Morgan to the grime 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 The Monochrome Set. All the underground hits.
All Rapeman tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Byron Stingily record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 marimba and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a UT record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Robert Wyatt,
Throbbing Gristle,
Robert Görl,
Japan,
Sly & The Family Stone,
U.S. Maple,
Scrapy,
The Doors,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Tubeway Army,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Walker Brothers,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Harpers Bizarre,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Harry Pussy,
Electric Prunes,
Joensuu 1685,
A Certain Ratio,
Bobby Byrd,
Neil Young,
Slave,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Toni Rubio,
Bizarre Inc.,
Aswad,
Sun Ra,
Talk Talk,
Pharoah Sanders,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Brothers Johnson,
Half Japanese,
Zero Boys,
Johnny Osbourne,
Rufus Thomas,
X-102,
Crooked Eye,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Anakelly,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Wally Richardson,
Albert Ayler,
The Last Poets,
Warsaw,
Boredoms,
Tom Boy,
Gong,
Barclay James Harvest,
Black Sheep,
Be Bop Deluxe,
New Age Steppers,
The Dave Clark Five,
Morten Harket,
Magazine,
JFA,
Lungfish,
Delta 5,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Mars,
Pierre Henry,
Bill Wells,
Joey Negro,
The Slackers, The Slackers, The Slackers, The Slackers.
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.