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 Nigeria and from Cairo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 1969 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 David Bowie 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 Kaleidoscope to the grime kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Larry & the Blue Notes. All the underground hits.
All Kool G Rap & DJ Polo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sonny Sharrock record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Livin' Joy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Funkadelic,
Liliput,
F. McDonald,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Wings,
Bang On A Can,
Flipper,
Dead Boys,
Big Daddy Kane,
Fat Boys,
Moebius,
Marmalade,
Soft Cell,
Todd Rundgren,
John Cale,
Cybotron,
Suburban Knight,
The Cure,
Mo-Dettes,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Robert Wyatt,
The Velvet Underground,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Monks,
Roger Hodgson,
Wasted Youth,
Chris Corsano,
Jeff Lynne,
The Seeds,
Rakim,
Goldenarms,
Camberwell Now,
Negative Approach,
Boz Scaggs,
Aaron Thompson,
Visage,
The Knickerbockers,
The Music Machine,
the Soft Cell,
Anakelly,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
David Bowie,
The Buckinghams,
The Evens,
The Alarm Clocks,
Lalann,
Traffic Nightmare,
Infiniti,
Grauzone,
the Normal,
The Gun Club,
Whodini,
Hardrive,
Spoonie Gee,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Arab on Radar,
Ronan,
Lou Reed,
The Monks,
Blossom Toes,
Funky Four + One,
Yusef Lateef,
Los Fastidios, Los Fastidios, Los Fastidios, Los Fastidios.
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.