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 Brazil and from Accra.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1969 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Hardrive to the grime kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Fugazi. All the underground hits.
All The Busters tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Motions record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Quando Quango record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kerri Chandler,
Angry Samoans,
MC5,
Qualms,
Bob Dylan,
Surgeon,
Sex Pistols,
Curtis Mayfield,
Model 500,
10cc,
The Cure,
Deadbeat,
Accadde A,
Danielle Patucci,
Kenny Larkin,
China Crisis,
PIL,
Man Eating Sloth,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
DNA,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Vainqueur,
The Blackbyrds,
Michelle Simonal,
the Germs,
Grandmaster Flash,
Todd Rundgren,
The Dave Clark Five,
Chris Corsano,
The Count Five,
The Skatalites,
Ponytail,
Thompson Twins,
8 Eyed Spy,
Andrew Hill,
Minny Pops,
Erykah Badu,
Althea and Donna,
Tim Buckley,
Gabor Szabo,
Unrelated Segments,
Flipper,
Gregory Isaacs,
Lower 48,
Cameo,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Japan,
Matthew Halsall,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Funkadelic,
Eric B and Rakim,
Sällskapet,
Khruangbin,
Youth Brigade,
Matthew Bourne,
Mo-Dettes,
Brothers Johnson,
Pierre Henry,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Roxy Music,
Adolescents, Adolescents, Adolescents, Adolescents.
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.