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 Belize and from Tokyo.
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 1968 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 JFA to the rap kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Sonics. All the underground hits.
All the Swans tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bobby Womack record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jerry Gold Smith record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Prince Buster,
Delta 5,
Jawbox,
Brick,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Procol Harum,
Public Image Ltd.,
CMW,
the Swans,
Technova,
Gabor Szabo,
The Saints,
Peter and Kerry,
Symarip,
Accadde A,
The Skatalites,
Michelle Simonal,
Jandek,
Angry Samoans,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Chris Corsano,
The Offenders,
Toni Rubio,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Bizarre Inc.,
DJ Sneak,
Amon Düül II,
The Techniques,
Essential Logic,
Barrington Levy,
Laurel Aitken,
The Mummies,
Black Bananas,
Eric B and Rakim,
Joe Finger,
Quantec,
Slave,
DJ Style,
Von Mondo,
Peter & Gordon,
Echospace,
Yusef Lateef,
Morten Harket,
Kerrie Biddell,
Howard Jones,
The Flesh Eaters,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
ABBA,
The Fugs,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Mo-Dettes,
Bobby Byrd,
Godley & Creme,
Japan,
Gastr Del Sol,
Thompson Twins,
Bobby Womack,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Names,
Dorothy Ashby,
Gichy Dan,
Piero Umiliani,
Charles Mingus, Charles Mingus, Charles Mingus, Charles Mingus.
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.