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 Cape Verde and from Portland.
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 1962 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Sao Paulo.
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 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 Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog to the funk 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 Monks. All the underground hits.
All Vaughan Mason & Crew tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Arcadia record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Subhumans record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
This Heat,
Shuggie Otis,
Interpol,
Kevin Saunderson,
China Crisis,
Adolescents,
Television,
AZ,
Derrick Morgan,
Donny Hathaway,
Dawn Penn,
The Vogues,
Magma,
Lucky Dragons,
Schoolly D,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Janne Schatter,
Yusef Lateef,
Robert Görl,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Josef K,
Morten Harket,
Can,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Urselle,
Barry Ungar,
Bluetip,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Absolute Body Control,
Al Stewart,
The Modern Lovers,
Albert Ayler,
Jerry's Kids,
Matthew Halsall,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
the Association,
Johnny Clarke,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Scrapy,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Divine Comedy,
La Düsseldorf,
T.S.O.L.,
Crash Course in Science,
Marshall Jefferson,
Bill Wells,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
MDC,
Stockholm Monsters,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Mary Jane Girls,
Neu!,
The Grass Roots,
Mark Hollis,
Kas Product,
Supertramp,
Warren Ellis,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Blackbyrds,
Pierre Henry,
The Searchers,
Pharoah Sanders, Pharoah Sanders, Pharoah Sanders, Pharoah Sanders.
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.