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 Morocco and from Manchester.
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 1964 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Cairo.
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 1976 at the first Soft Boys practice in a loft in Cambridge.
I was working on the snare 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 De La Soul & Jungle Brothers to the techno 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 Television. All the underground hits.
All Throbbing Gristle tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Arab on Radar record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sugar Minott record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eric Dolphy,
Delta 5,
Brick,
Massinfluence,
the Fania All-Stars,
Skarface,
Carl Craig,
Gerry Rafferty,
Ralphi Rosario,
Echospace,
The Pretty Things,
DJ Sneak,
T. Rex,
Bauhaus,
Lightning Bolt,
Eric B and Rakim,
Barry Ungar,
The Litter,
Jesper Dahlback,
Jimmy McGriff,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Fatback Band,
Terrestrial Tones,
Roy Ayers,
Donny Hathaway,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Camberwell Now,
KRS-One,
Black Flag,
Spandau Ballet,
Royal Trux,
Cluster,
Warren Ellis,
Warsaw,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Toni Rubio,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Rhythm & Sound,
the Germs,
The Skatalites,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
MC5,
Faust,
The Leaves,
Magma,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Young Marble Giants,
Boogie Down Productions,
Crooked Eye,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Goldenarms,
June Days,
Sun City Girls,
Ohio Players,
PIL,
Johnny Clarke,
The Fall,
Nation of Ulysses,
Surgeon,
The Star Department,
Niagra,
Quando Quango,
Flash Fearless, Flash Fearless, Flash Fearless, Flash Fearless.
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.