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 San Marino and from Houston.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Soft Boys show in Cambridge.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Bizarre Inc. to the grime kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Cure. All the underground hits.
All Alice Coltrane tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every David Axelrod 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Das Ding record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Fluxion,
Whodini,
David Axelrod,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Spandau Ballet,
Qualms,
Japan,
Joensuu 1685,
The Martian,
Judy Mowatt,
The Leaves,
Max Romeo,
Siglo XX,
Dave Gahan,
Dead Boys,
Avey Tare,
KRS-One,
Nils Olav,
Joe Smooth,
The Blackbyrds,
David McCallum,
Flipper,
The Monks,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Livin' Joy,
Arthur Verocai,
Tomorrow,
Alison Limerick,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Dawn Penn,
Agitation Free,
Peter & Gordon,
Wally Richardson,
Eddi Front,
Rekid,
Sonic Youth,
The Blues Magoos,
Gang Starr,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
the Soft Cell,
Easy Going,
The Young Rascals,
Reuben Wilson,
Fugazi,
JFA,
Jerry's Kids,
Warren Ellis,
Maurizio,
Shuggie Otis,
Gang Gang Dance,
Clear Light,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Velvet Underground,
Lou Christie,
UT,
Wire,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Quando Quango,
MC5, MC5, MC5, MC5.
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.