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 United States and from Jakarta.
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 1966 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul 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 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 Lou Reed 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 Ajijia Myrayebe to the crunk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Prince Buster. All the underground hits.
All Sexual Harrassment tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Soft Machine 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Tremeloes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Wasted Youth,
Yusef Lateef,
The Misunderstood,
Mandrill,
Bobby Byrd,
Tears for Fears,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Los Fastidios,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Gun Club,
Lou Reed,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Techniques,
Joe Finger,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Joyce Sims,
Symarip,
Darondo,
Intrusion,
Funkadelic,
Duran Duran,
Matthew Halsall,
The Trojans,
Talk Talk,
Unwound,
Roxette,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Scrapy,
Quando Quango,
Don Cherry,
ABC,
Robert Görl,
Rakim,
Popol Vuh,
The Beau Brummels,
Stereo Dub,
Rites of Spring,
Clear Light,
Slave,
EPMD,
Soulsonic Force,
Charles Mingus,
Grauzone,
Tommy Roe,
Oneida,
Amon Düül II,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Vladislav Delay,
10cc,
Youth Brigade,
Hashim,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Ronnie Foster,
Whodini,
Essential Logic,
The Gladiators,
Urselle,
H. Thieme,
Patti Smith,
Yazoo,
Gregory Isaacs,
Traffic Nightmare, Traffic Nightmare, Traffic Nightmare, Traffic Nightmare.
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.