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 Antigua and from Milan.
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 1964 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 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 Wake to the funk 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 Aural Exciters. All the underground hits.
All The Fire Engines tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Albert Ayler 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a EPMD record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Don Cherry,
Minnie Riperton,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Funkadelic,
Quando Quango,
The Skatalites,
Charles Mingus,
PIL,
Dorothy Ashby,
Lalann,
10cc,
These Immortal Souls,
Altered Images,
The Birthday Party,
Index,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Barclay James Harvest,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Sound,
Stereo Dub,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Anthony Braxton,
The Searchers,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Moebius,
KRS-One,
the Bar-Kays,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Trojans,
Joey Negro,
Whodini,
Grauzone,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Knickerbockers,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Neil Young,
Piero Umiliani,
Visage,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Agitation Free,
Arab on Radar,
Gerry Rafferty,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Bill Wells,
The Cosmic Jokers,
L. Decosne,
Panda Bear,
Nick Fraelich,
Juan Atkins,
David McCallum,
Reagan Youth,
The Slackers,
Davy DMX,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Connie Case,
The Young Rascals,
Goldenarms,
Erykah Badu,
Oneida, Oneida, Oneida, Oneida.
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.