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 Saudi Arabia and from Manila.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South 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 1962 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 mellotron 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 Ken Boothe to the rock kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Alton Ellis. All the underground hits.
All Skarface tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 snare and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Goldenarms record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Country Joe & The Fish,
Jeru the Damaja,
Howard Jones,
Big Daddy Kane,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Qualms,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Flamin' Groovies,
David Bowie,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Names,
Bill Near,
Matthew Halsall,
Delta 5,
Lower 48,
La Düsseldorf,
Technova,
Sight & Sound,
Brick,
Siglo XX,
The Durutti Column,
The Stooges,
Amazonics,
The Dead C,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
James White and The Blacks,
Blossom Toes,
The Knickerbockers,
Delon & Dalcan,
Eden Ahbez,
Motorama,
Aaron Thompson,
Popol Vuh,
H. Thieme,
Bush Tetras,
Skaos,
Oblivians,
Ludus,
Pagans,
Laurel Aitken,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Traffic Nightmare,
EPMD,
CMW,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Scratch Acid,
Thee Headcoats,
Deakin,
Amon Düül,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Zero Boys,
Pierre Henry,
Soulsonic Force,
Ultra Naté,
Angry Samoans,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Fuzztones, The Fuzztones, The Fuzztones, The Fuzztones.
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.