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 Argentina and from Sao Paulo.
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 1965 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Accra.
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 snare 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 Drexciya to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 CMW. All the underground hits.
All Q and Not U tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pole 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Arthur Verocai 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?
Massinfluence,
The Mojo Men,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Alison Limerick,
The Moleskins,
Sister Nancy,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
One Last Wish,
Gregory Isaacs,
Bobby Sherman,
Gang Gang Dance,
Groovy Waters,
The Names,
Josef K,
Sam Rivers,
Sight & Sound,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Easy Going,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Alice Coltrane,
Thompson Twins,
Bob Dylan,
Swell Maps,
Bronski Beat,
Ronan,
E-Dancer,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Pussy Galore,
Susan Cadogan,
Nas,
Mission of Burma,
Pantytec,
Janne Schatter,
Rekid,
Arcadia,
Loose Ends,
Country Teasers,
Lalo Schifrin,
Supertramp,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Piero Umiliani,
Niagra,
Eurythmics,
Roger Hodgson,
Peter and Kerry,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Sällskapet,
Cymande,
Sandy B,
Television,
Brothers Johnson,
The Index,
Bluetip,
Eric B and Rakim,
Todd Terry,
Faraquet,
Sexual Harrassment,
Ultravox,
Joe Smooth,
X-Ray Spex, X-Ray Spex, X-Ray Spex, X-Ray Spex.
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.