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 Costa Rica and from Stockholm.
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 1961 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 X-102 to the techno kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Tommy Roe. All the underground hits.
All Mary Jane Girls tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cecil Taylor 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bootsy Collins record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Barracudas,
Sonny Sharrock,
Rites of Spring,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Sonic Youth,
Tim Buckley,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Birthday Party,
Fear,
Symarip,
Kayak,
The Residents,
Excepter,
The Skatalites,
Absolute Body Control,
Todd Rundgren,
UT,
New York Dolls,
Stiv Bators,
This Heat,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Warren Ellis,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Yellowson,
Isaac Hayes,
Inner City,
Gabor Szabo,
The Tremeloes,
Vladislav Delay,
DJ Style,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Black Dice,
The Toasters,
Pere Ubu,
MC5,
The Monks,
Robert Wyatt,
Ash Ra Tempel,
48th St. Collective,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Suburban Knight,
Ohio Players,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Flipper,
U.S. Maple,
Malaria!,
Nik Kershaw,
Bill Near,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Human League,
Wire,
The Trojans,
Big Daddy Kane,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
EPMD,
Ultravox,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Amon Düül,
Pharoah Sanders,
John Foxx,
Eve St. Jones, Eve St. Jones, Eve St. Jones, Eve St. Jones.
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.