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 Guyana and from Delhi.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Buzzcocks show in Bolton.
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 Hong Kong and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 rhodes 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 Heavy D & The Boyz to the grunge 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 U.S. Maple. All the underground hits.
All Unrelated Segments tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Sonics record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 808 and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Suicide record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Moss Icon,
Ten City,
David Bowie,
Wire,
Archie Shepp,
Supertramp,
New Order,
Ultra Naté,
The Mummies,
David McCallum,
Steve Hackett,
This Heat,
Erykah Badu,
Nas,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
H. Thieme,
Animal Collective,
Siglo XX,
Mad Mike,
Goldenarms,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Rakim,
The Gap Band,
Simply Red,
Black Moon,
The Selecter,
The Martian,
Peter and Kerry,
Pantaleimon,
A Certain Ratio,
Eric Copeland,
Eurythmics,
Tears for Fears,
L. Decosne,
The Evens,
Pierre Henry,
Kurtis Blow,
Bauhaus,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Dorothy Ashby,
Adolescents,
Chris & Cosey,
Fad Gadget,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Associates,
Eric B and Rakim,
Darondo,
Terry Callier,
Sugar Minott,
The Divine Comedy,
The Fugs,
Junior Murvin,
Ituana,
Ralphi Rosario,
Todd Terry,
Throbbing Gristle,
Avey Tare,
Graham Central Station,
Slave,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Heavy D & The Boyz, Heavy D & The Boyz, Heavy D & The Boyz, Heavy D & The Boyz.
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.