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 Mozambique and from Lille.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 güiro 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 Rhythim Is Rhythim to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Cowsills. All the underground hits.
All The Cure tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kerri Chandler record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 chamberlin and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Offenders record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
New Age Steppers,
Stockholm Monsters,
Piero Umiliani,
The Mummies,
Black Pus,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Make Up,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
La Düsseldorf,
The Mojo Men,
Zero Boys,
Steve Hackett,
Bobby Sherman,
Joey Negro,
Erykah Badu,
Judy Mowatt,
Todd Rundgren,
Connie Case,
Cybotron,
Rosa Yemen,
The Fugs,
Joensuu 1685,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Hasil Adkins,
Jawbox,
David Bowie,
Ten City,
Pulsallama,
Charles Mingus,
Gang of Four,
Peter and Kerry,
Danielle Patucci,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Rapeman,
The Seeds,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Qualms,
Magma,
Newcleus,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Marcia Griffiths,
Technova,
Faust,
Outsiders,
UT,
Kurtis Blow,
ABBA,
Von Mondo,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Niagra,
The Invisible,
EPMD,
Soft Cell,
Johnny Clarke,
Unrelated Segments,
Davy DMX,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Dave Clark Five,
Lalann,
Flipper,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity, Roy Ayers Ubiquity, Roy Ayers Ubiquity, Roy Ayers Ubiquity.
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.