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 Lyon.
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 1965 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Dave Clark Five to the grime kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines. All the underground hits.
All N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jerry Gold Smith record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sunsets and Hearts,
Josef K,
Maleditus Sound,
Sixth Finger,
Agitation Free,
Scrapy,
Public Enemy,
Rakim,
Pharoah Sanders,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Chris & Cosey,
Barry Ungar,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
ABC,
Faust,
The Angels of Light,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
June of 44,
The Stooges,
Chrome,
The Fall,
The Names,
Agent Orange,
Delta 5,
The Durutti Column,
Slave,
The Sound,
Surgeon,
The Wake,
Kaleidoscope,
Curtis Mayfield,
the Human League,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Motions,
the Swans,
X-101,
Jeff Mills,
Fugazi,
These Immortal Souls,
Clear Light,
The United States of America,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Boredoms,
Darondo,
Terrestrial Tones,
John Foxx,
The Star Department,
Average White Band,
Vladislav Delay,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
New Age Steppers,
Bob Dylan,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Shuggie Otis,
The Velvet Underground,
H. Thieme,
The Gun Club,
Second Layer,
Peter and Kerry,
Negative Approach,
The Skatalites,
Drive Like Jehu, Drive Like Jehu, Drive Like Jehu, Drive Like Jehu.
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.