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 the UAE and from Philadelphia.
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 1968 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 guitar 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 Unrelated Segments to the dance kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Average White Band. All the underground hits.
All It's A Beautiful Day tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Men They Couldn't Hang 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Iggy Pop record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Reagan Youth,
Tears for Fears,
Pet Shop Boys,
Lalo Schifrin,
Fatback Band,
The Real Kids,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Associates,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Rhythm & Sound,
Stereo Dub,
Shuggie Otis,
Mr. Review,
Motorama,
Ornette Coleman,
Organ,
Negative Approach,
John Cale,
Sun Ra,
Theoretical Girls,
Accadde A,
Magazine,
Shoche,
The Kinks,
Scan 7,
Jesper Dahlback,
Jimmy McGriff,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Rakim,
Monolake,
The Monochrome Set,
Janne Schatter,
the Slits,
Jeff Mills,
Joe Smooth,
Lightning Bolt,
Lindisfarne,
The Modern Lovers,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Ossler,
Morten Harket,
The Evens,
Youth Brigade,
The Slackers,
Lungfish,
One Last Wish,
Slick Rick,
The Fire Engines,
Brass Construction,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Todd Rundgren,
Ice-T,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Laurel Aitken,
The Count Five,
Fluxion,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Crispy Ambulance,
In Retrospect,
Vainqueur,
CMW,
Spoonie Gee,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs, Notorious Big And Bone Thugs, Notorious Big And Bone Thugs, Notorious Big And Bone Thugs.
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.