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 Dominican Republic and from Milan.
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 1964 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Lille.
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 1976 at the first Buzzcocks practice in a loft in Bolton.
I was working on the sitar 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 Metal Thangz to the punk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Loose Ends. All the underground hits.
All Sällskapet tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Curtis Mayfield record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 guitar and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a LL Cool J record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bob Dylan,
Stockholm Monsters,
Japan,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Josef K,
New Order,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Underground Resistance,
The Grass Roots,
Rakim,
Model 500,
Interpol,
Terrestrial Tones,
Derrick May,
ABC,
Stereo Dub,
Los Fastidios,
Dawn Penn,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Blossom Toes,
The Residents,
Carl Craig,
Sun Ra,
Ten City,
Gang Green,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Connie Case,
Magazine,
The Cowsills,
Arab on Radar,
Soul II Soul,
T.S.O.L.,
Radiohead,
Intrusion,
Cluster,
The J.B.'s,
T. Rex,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Desert Stars,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Victims,
Khruangbin,
Franke,
Deadbeat,
Guru Guru,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Names,
Frankie Knuckles,
Grauzone,
Barbara Tucker,
LL Cool J,
Cal Tjader,
Camberwell Now,
The Walker Brothers,
Cybotron,
Crispy Ambulance,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Byron Stingily,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Q and Not U,
Gong, Gong, Gong, Gong.
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.