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 Dominican Republic and from Edmonton.
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 1965 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 The Young Rascals to the rap kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Glenn Branca. All the underground hits.
All Arcadia tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Teenage Jesus and the Jerks 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a CMW record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Neon Judgement,
The Last Poets,
Model 500,
Pere Ubu,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
This Heat,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Fall,
Lou Christie,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Minnie Riperton,
Throbbing Gristle,
Wasted Youth,
Outsiders,
Ohio Players,
Matthew Bourne,
Bootsy Collins,
The Cramps,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Young Rascals,
Silicon Teens,
The Slackers,
the Germs,
The Residents,
Bizarre Inc.,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Man Eating Sloth,
Animal Collective,
Boredoms,
The Monks,
Swans,
Fat Boys,
Harpers Bizarre,
Soul II Soul,
Scrapy,
Banda Bassotti,
Reagan Youth,
Rhythm & Sound,
Saccharine Trust,
Drexciya,
Ituana,
Joey Negro,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Boogie Down Productions,
Morten Harket,
D'Angelo,
Nas,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Thee Headcoats,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Marc Almond,
Rufus Thomas,
Fluxion,
Underground Resistance,
Au Pairs,
Cymande,
Talk Talk,
Essential Logic,
Maleditus Sound,
Kevin Saunderson,
JFA,
DJ Sneak, DJ Sneak, DJ Sneak, DJ Sneak.
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.