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 St Kitts & Nevis and from Manchester.
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 1962 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 Rakim to the dance 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 New Age Steppers. All the underground hits.
All Sex Pistols tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bush Tetras record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Godley & Creme record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Fuzztones,
Clear Light,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Move,
The Victims,
Jacques Brel,
Sonic Youth,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Rufus Thomas,
Cecil Taylor,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Saints,
Dual Sessions,
Robert Görl,
R.M.O.,
Delta 5,
Gang Starr,
The Birthday Party,
Groovy Waters,
The Stooges,
Jandek,
Smog,
Pagans,
Henry Cow,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Amazonics,
kango's stein massive,
Boredoms,
Ice-T,
Soft Cell,
X-Ray Spex,
The Evens,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Fluxion,
John Holt,
Joe Smooth,
The Smiths,
Alison Limerick,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Smoke,
Oneida,
Alice Coltrane,
LL Cool J,
Bobby Sherman,
The Real Kids,
Peter and Kerry,
Saccharine Trust,
Toni Rubio,
Todd Rundgren,
The Golliwogs,
Donny Hathaway,
Soulsonic Force,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Five Americans,
Intrusion,
Yellowson,
Chrome,
The Young Rascals,
Dark Day,
Byron Stingily,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Q and Not U, Q and Not U, Q and Not U, Q and Not U.
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.