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 Burkina and from Jakarta.
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 1968 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 The Slits to the rap kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Nas. All the underground hits.
All Black Sheep tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Aloha Tigers 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Monochrome Set record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Deadbeat,
Hardrive,
The Golliwogs,
Agent Orange,
FM Einheit,
David Bowie,
The Raincoats,
Little Man,
Fela Kuti,
The Gap Band,
Goldenarms,
Anakelly,
Janne Schatter,
Minutemen,
The Mummies,
Jeff Mills,
Morten Harket,
Maurizio,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
MDC,
Derrick Morgan,
The Star Department,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Offenders,
the Bar-Kays,
Smog,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Crooked Eye,
The Blackbyrds,
Radiopuhelimet,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Alice Coltrane,
Idris Muhammad,
Tim Buckley,
Lakeside,
Cameo,
Saccharine Trust,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
T. Rex,
Ohio Players,
Circle Jerks,
Juan Atkins,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Flash Fearless,
The Modern Lovers,
Marvin Gaye,
Kayak,
The Dead C,
Roger Hodgson,
Brick,
Theoretical Girls,
K-Klass,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Angels of Light,
Thompson Twins,
Sam Rivers,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Trojans, The Trojans, The Trojans, The Trojans.
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.