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 Sierra Leone and from Mexico City.
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 Columbus and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 808 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 Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft to the grime kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Thinking Fellers Union Local 282. All the underground hits.
All Porter Ricks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Move 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Agitation Free record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Section 25,
The Cramps,
F. McDonald,
Suicide,
Soul Sonic Force,
Moby Grape,
The Motions,
Rekid,
the Normal,
Jacob Miller,
Amon Düül,
Fugazi,
Peter & Gordon,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Mars,
Funkadelic,
Juan Atkins,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Shuggie Otis,
The Grass Roots,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Anakelly,
Wolf Eyes,
The Mojo Men,
The Remains,
Bobby Sherman,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Joensuu 1685,
Albert Ayler,
Dual Sessions,
Reuben Wilson,
Josef K,
Quadrant,
The Durutti Column,
Altered Images,
Mo-Dettes,
Robert Hood,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Fear,
Laurel Aitken,
Charles Mingus,
Thompson Twins,
Carl Craig,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
A Certain Ratio,
The Saints,
X-101,
B.T. Express,
Rotary Connection,
Aaron Thompson,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Gap Band,
Fela Kuti,
Rakim,
Ronnie Foster,
Depeche Mode,
Agent Orange,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes, Justin Hinds & The Dominoes, Justin Hinds & The Dominoes, Justin Hinds & The Dominoes.
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.