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 Uzbekistan and from Manila.
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 1965 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Archie Shepp to the punk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Happenings. All the underground hits.
All The Victims tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nirvana record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 synthesizer and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gang Starr record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Motions,
The Victims,
Unrelated Segments,
The Saints,
Lower 48,
The Detroit Cobras,
Minny Pops,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Donald Byrd,
Cluster,
Youth Brigade,
The Count Five,
Panda Bear,
The Smoke,
Mo-Dettes,
OOIOO,
The Mighty Diamonds,
the Germs,
The Electric Prunes,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Ralphi Rosario,
Pulsallama,
Delta 5,
Nils Olav,
Donny Hathaway,
The Doors,
Arab on Radar,
Magma,
Mission of Burma,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Davy DMX,
Accadde A,
Sonic Youth,
One Last Wish,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Johnny Clarke,
Eric Copeland,
Dorothy Ashby,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Dirtbombs,
The Skatalites,
Eden Ahbez,
Yaz,
The Associates,
Cybotron,
Swell Maps,
Schoolly D,
China Crisis,
Supertramp,
Tommy Roe,
Peter and Kerry,
Hasil Adkins,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Archie Shepp,
The Blues Magoos,
The Last Poets,
Pussy Galore,
Soft Machine,
The Alarm Clocks,
Silicon Teens,
Negative Approach,
Inner City,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs, Notorious Big And Bone Thugs, Notorious Big And Bone Thugs, Notorious Big And Bone Thugs.
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.