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 Lebanon and from Copenhagen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Throbbing Gristle 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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the synthesizer 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 Funkadelic to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Boogie Down Productions. All the underground hits.
All Bootsy Collins tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every June of 44 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 an organ and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Heavy D & The Boyz record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Unrelated Segments,
Mars,
Cluster,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Drexciya,
Grey Daturas,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Excepter,
DNA,
Bauhaus,
The Gories,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Rhythm & Sound,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Babytalk,
Con Funk Shun,
Neu!,
The Remains,
Maurizio,
Juan Atkins,
Underground Resistance,
Bill Near,
Barry Ungar,
Model 500,
Gil Scott Heron,
Porter Ricks,
The Walker Brothers,
Theoretical Girls,
Bush Tetras,
KRS-One,
Lalann,
The Evens,
Crispian St. Peters,
Boogie Down Productions,
Ten City,
Little Man,
The Cowsills,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Black Sheep,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Isaac Hayes,
Banda Bassotti,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Wire,
Ultravox,
Minutemen,
The Knickerbockers,
Quando Quango,
Icehouse,
Carl Craig,
Lungfish,
Marvin Gaye,
a-ha,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Judy Mowatt,
Jeff Mills,
Minny Pops,
The Dave Clark Five,
Sixth Finger,
Dead Boys,
Ronan,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Misunderstood, The Misunderstood, The Misunderstood, The Misunderstood.
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.