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 London.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 snare 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 Lalo Schifrin to the electroclash 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 Judy Mowatt. All the underground hits.
All A Certain Ratio tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Silicon Teens record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Knickerbockers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Thee Headcoats,
Black Bananas,
The Gun Club,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Johnny Osbourne,
Sister Nancy,
Niagra,
Throbbing Gristle,
Ponytail,
Lebanon Hanover,
H. Thieme,
Ultimate Spinach,
Negative Approach,
Talk Talk,
The Divine Comedy,
Fatback Band,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Eric Dolphy,
The J.B.'s,
Shoche,
Public Image Ltd.,
A Certain Ratio,
Mission of Burma,
T. Rex,
Franke,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Japan,
Ultravox,
Radio Birdman,
The Fuzztones,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Television Personalities,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Eyeless In Gaza,
kango's stein massive,
John Lydon,
Parry Music,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Tears for Fears,
cv313,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Mary Jane Girls,
Piero Umiliani,
The Walker Brothers,
Robert Wyatt,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Quantec,
CMW,
Graham Central Station,
Fugazi,
Jawbox,
Con Funk Shun,
Radiohead,
Ohio Players,
Pantytec,
Cybotron,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Patti Smith,
Television,
Jeff Mills,
Frankie Knuckles,
Crash Course in Science, Crash Course in Science, Crash Course in Science, Crash Course in Science.
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.