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 Montenegro and from Edmonton.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Peter & Gordon to the funk 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 Kerri Chandler. All the underground hits.
All The Misunderstood tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Black Pus record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Glambeats Corp. record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Whodini,
Fluxion,
Animal Collective,
Section 25,
Kevin Saunderson,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Invisible,
Michelle Simonal,
Yazoo,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Wally Richardson,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Motorama,
Crooked Eye,
Amon Düül,
F. McDonald,
The Happenings,
The Modern Lovers,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Sound,
Metal Thangz,
Bootsy Collins,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Amon Düül II,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Mr. Review,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Goldenarms,
Bill Near,
Ronan,
Johnny Osbourne,
Icehouse,
The Toasters,
Barry Ungar,
The Leaves,
Boogie Down Productions,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Residents,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Rekid,
Brass Construction,
Black Flag,
Negative Approach,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Robert Görl,
John Lydon,
Barclay James Harvest,
Marcia Griffiths,
Eli Mardock,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Camouflage,
Television,
The Move,
the Fania All-Stars,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Sun City Girls, Sun City Girls, Sun City Girls, Sun City Girls.
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.