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 Mauritania and from Bremen.
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 1967 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Associates to the jazz kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Minny Pops. All the underground hits.
All Crispy Ambulance tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every U.S. Maple record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 an arpeggiator and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rakim record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tropical Tobacco,
Ronan,
Dave Gahan,
Idris Muhammad,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Alton Ellis,
The Selecter,
Bill Wells,
Morten Harket,
Intrusion,
Adolescents,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Sound,
Connie Case,
Agent Orange,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Pop Group,
James White and The Blacks,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Todd Rundgren,
Mandrill,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Los Fastidios,
LL Cool J,
Gong,
The Divine Comedy,
Albert Ayler,
The United States of America,
Wire,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Blues Magoos,
Al Stewart,
Yaz,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Tears for Fears,
The Angels of Light,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Sun City Girls,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Severed Heads,
Big Daddy Kane,
Electric Prunes,
Reuben Wilson,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Trojans,
Television Personalities,
kango's stein massive,
Qualms,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Neil Young,
The Star Department,
AZ,
The Red Krayola,
Tim Buckley,
Niagra,
John Foxx,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Accadde A,
Jawbox,
Throbbing Gristle,
Sonny Sharrock,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Main Source, Main Source, Main Source, Main Source.
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.