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 Grenada and from Stockholm.
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 1969 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 Wire practice in a loft in Watford.
I was working on the spring reverb 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 Audionom to the dance 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 Stiv Bators. All the underground hits.
All Bootsy Collins tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Crispy Ambulance 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tears for Fears record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Todd Terry,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Crime,
Monolake,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Delta 5,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Roger Hodgson,
Yusef Lateef,
Ken Boothe,
Sister Nancy,
UT,
Sonic Youth,
The Buckinghams,
Animal Collective,
Mad Mike,
Hasil Adkins,
Organ,
Procol Harum,
Altered Images,
Nirvana,
Supertramp,
Pulsallama,
The New Christs,
Silicon Teens,
Lou Christie,
Shoche,
Grandmaster Flash,
Don Cherry,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Second Layer,
D'Angelo,
Popol Vuh,
Bill Wells,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Parry Music,
Q and Not U,
Susan Cadogan,
Barbara Tucker,
Donny Hathaway,
Crooked Eye,
The Star Department,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Dead C,
The Blues Magoos,
Icehouse,
8 Eyed Spy,
Simply Red,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Outsiders,
Guru Guru,
KRS-One,
Carl Craig,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Boogie Down Productions,
Ossler,
Fluxion,
Crispian St. Peters,
Underground Resistance,
Monks, Monks, Monks, Monks.
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.