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 Trinidad & Tobago and from London.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1960 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 chamberlin 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 Justin Hinds & The Dominoes to the grime 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 In Retrospect. All the underground hits.
All Terror Squad Feat. Camron tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Audionom record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 synthesizer and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kool G Rap & DJ Polo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Faraquet,
Buzzcocks,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Aural Exciters,
Minutemen,
Scion,
Subhumans,
Deakin,
The Busters,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Prince Buster,
Jacob Miller,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Nico,
EPMD,
Gang Green,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Brand Nubian,
One Last Wish,
Jimmy McGriff,
James White and The Blacks,
The Pretty Things,
Lebanon Hanover,
Popol Vuh,
Organ,
Sun City Girls,
Don Cherry,
Harpers Bizarre,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Doobie Brothers,
New York Dolls,
Thompson Twins,
Angry Samoans,
Warsaw,
Matthew Halsall,
Ossler,
Roxette,
Pulsallama,
Nik Kershaw,
The Grass Roots,
Sight & Sound,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Isaac Hayes,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Walker Brothers,
Godley & Creme,
Barbara Tucker,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Banda Bassotti,
Television,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Dead C,
Dave Gahan,
Scientists,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Ronnie Foster,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Pole,
Urselle,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Blake Baxter,
The Sound, The Sound, The Sound, The Sound.
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.