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 Paraguay and from Copenhagen.
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 1961 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Rekid to the crunk 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 Excepter. All the underground hits.
All Bad Manners tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Leonard Cohen 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 an arpeggiator and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ice-T record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Blossom Toes,
Max Romeo,
Fugazi,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Los Fastidios,
Fatback Band,
Spoonie Gee,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Happenings,
Zapp,
Public Enemy,
Ralphi Rosario,
Fat Boys,
Warsaw,
New Age Steppers,
The Pretty Things,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Derrick May,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Marc Almond,
F. McDonald,
Dawn Penn,
Eric Dolphy,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Morten Harket,
Tommy Roe,
Brothers Johnson,
Tears for Fears,
Scion,
Delon & Dalcan,
Pole,
Mary Jane Girls,
Terrestrial Tones,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Von Mondo,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Rapeman,
Brand Nubian,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Youth Brigade,
Sight & Sound,
Blancmange,
The Fuzztones,
T. Rex,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Dark Day,
the Human League,
The Seeds,
Animal Collective,
Spandau Ballet,
Roy Ayers,
Camberwell Now,
The Velvet Underground,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Sarah Menescal,
Ice-T,
Simply Red,
X-101,
Eric Copeland,
T.S.O.L.,
Minor Threat,
The Searchers,
Archie Shepp, Archie Shepp, Archie Shepp, Archie Shepp.
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.