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 Taiwan 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 1960 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Lyon.
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 güiro 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 JFA to the jazz 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 Rhythim Is Rhythim. All the underground hits.
All Barrington Levy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every DJ Style record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Minnie Riperton record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Desert Stars,
The Beau Brummels,
Rekid,
Bauhaus,
Joe Finger,
The Gories,
Subhumans,
Swell Maps,
James White and The Blacks,
The Human League,
Marmalade,
Sandy B,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Peter & Gordon,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Radio Birdman,
Swans,
Juan Atkins,
the Human League,
DJ Style,
Fela Kuti,
Intrusion,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Bronski Beat,
the Slits,
Cymande,
The Smiths,
Warren Ellis,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Deakin,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Pulsallama,
Soft Cell,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Johnny Clarke,
Glambeats Corp.,
John Coltrane,
Hashim,
Traffic Nightmare,
Brand Nubian,
Skriet,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Al Stewart,
The Birthday Party,
Minnie Riperton,
Delon & Dalcan,
Todd Rundgren,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Lou Reed,
Kerri Chandler,
The Happenings,
These Immortal Souls,
The Seeds,
Country Teasers,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Bush Tetras,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Marine Girls,
The Grass Roots,
Ice-T,
Stockholm Monsters,
It's A Beautiful Day, It's A Beautiful Day, It's A Beautiful Day, It's A Beautiful Day.
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.