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 Turkey and from Hong Kong.
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 1963 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 1977 at the first Human League practice in a loft in Sheffield.
I was working on the marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 James White and The Blacks to the grime kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Erykah Badu. All the underground hits.
All The Blues Magoos tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gichy Dan 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Juan Atkins record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Massinfluence,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Judy Mowatt,
The Blackbyrds,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Stereo Dub,
KRS-One,
Wasted Youth,
the Swans,
Bizarre Inc.,
Peter & Gordon,
Piero Umiliani,
The Wake,
Avey Tare,
Black Moon,
The American Breed,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Glambeats Corp.,
Marcia Griffiths,
Eve St. Jones,
Qualms,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Sugar Minott,
The Angels of Light,
Minny Pops,
The Slackers,
Lou Reed,
Average White Band,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Arcadia,
Heaven 17,
Technova,
Dennis Brown,
Kenny Larkin,
Jacques Brel,
The Fortunes,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Davy DMX,
kango's stein massive,
Jeru the Damaja,
Patti Smith,
Todd Terry,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Gabor Szabo,
Toni Rubio,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Stetsasonic,
The Shadows of Knight,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Bronski Beat,
Aural Exciters,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Barbara Tucker,
Sandy B,
Camberwell Now,
Procol Harum,
Cameo,
Lungfish,
The Walker Brothers,
Janne Schatter,
The Pretty Things, The Pretty Things, The Pretty Things, The Pretty Things.
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.