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 Bosnia Herzegovina and from Seoul.
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 1965 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Curtis Mayfield to the grunge kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 The Slits. All the underground hits.
All Skaos tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 sitar and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Infiniti record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Delon & Dalcan,
Interpol,
Freddie Wadling,
Scan 7,
The Litter,
Underground Resistance,
Aloha Tigers,
Warren Ellis,
Supertramp,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Standells,
Soul Sonic Force,
Michelle Simonal,
Angry Samoans,
Blancmange,
the Slits,
David Axelrod,
Funky Four + One,
The Martian,
Brothers Johnson,
B.T. Express,
Schoolly D,
The Black Dice,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The American Breed,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Doors,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Reuben Wilson,
Rufus Thomas,
The Knickerbockers,
KRS-One,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Sun Ra,
The Victims,
The Mojo Men,
The Alarm Clocks,
Unrelated Segments,
Alton Ellis,
Massinfluence,
Livin' Joy,
Lou Reed,
Subhumans,
Cameo,
Black Pus,
Model 500,
Quantec,
Scientists,
Piero Umiliani,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Red Krayola,
Depeche Mode,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Cymande,
Alphaville,
F. McDonald,
The Selecter,
Avey Tare,
John Lydon,
Mo-Dettes,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Saccharine Trust,
Lou Christie, Lou Christie, Lou Christie, Lou Christie.
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.