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 Swaziland and from Toronto.
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 1964 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Stetsasonic to the grime 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 Jerry's Kids. All the underground hits.
All Nas tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Surgeon 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Glambeats Corp.,
Dave Gahan,
Saccharine Trust,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Pharoah Sanders,
La Düsseldorf,
Girls At Our Best!,
Delta 5,
Crooked Eye,
Kevin Saunderson,
Stereo Dub,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
June Days,
Graham Central Station,
Harry Pussy,
Minnie Riperton,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Interpol,
Fugazi,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Flesh Eaters,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
10cc,
The Black Dice,
Rod Modell,
The Stooges,
The Red Krayola,
Little Man,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Techniques,
Essential Logic,
R.M.O.,
Judy Mowatt,
Oneida,
The Doobie Brothers,
Black Moon,
Siglo XX,
DJ Style,
Sun City Girls,
Jimmy McGriff,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Minny Pops,
Basic Channel,
David McCallum,
Kerrie Biddell,
the Human League,
Unwound,
Sex Pistols,
Rosa Yemen,
Fela Kuti,
Warren Ellis,
Jerry's Kids,
Eurythmics,
Terry Callier,
New York Dolls,
Visage,
Junior Murvin,
Scion,
The Seeds,
The Zeros, The Zeros, The Zeros, The Zeros.
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.