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 Hungary and from Sao Paulo.
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 1969 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 chamberlin 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 Quando Quango 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 Camouflage. All the underground hits.
All Ajijia Myrayebe tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Aswad record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Blackbyrds record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Glambeats Corp.,
Altered Images,
Tom Boy,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Red Krayola,
Lou Reed,
Mission of Burma,
Bob Dylan,
Wasted Youth,
The Electric Prunes,
The Five Americans,
Oblivians,
Zapp,
The Music Machine,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Doors,
Junior Murvin,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Man Eating Sloth,
A Certain Ratio,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Pretty Things,
Audionom,
Man Parrish,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Tommy Roe,
Throbbing Gristle,
Brass Construction,
Vladislav Delay,
Brand Nubian,
Lightning Bolt,
These Immortal Souls,
Blake Baxter,
John Holt,
Chris & Cosey,
The Stooges,
Bizarre Inc.,
Fat Boys,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Fuzztones,
Scrapy,
Al Stewart,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
DJ Style,
Crispian St. Peters,
Harmonia,
Monks,
Vainqueur,
X-101,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Walker Brothers,
Nik Kershaw,
Procol Harum,
Simply Red,
Fugazi,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Monolake,
Underground Resistance,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish, Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish, Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish, Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish.
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.