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 Nigeria and from Houston.
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 1969 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Gang Gang Dance to the jazz kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Liliput. All the underground hits.
All Lou Reed & Metallica tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cluster 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Neu!,
Fort Wilson Riot,
the Human League,
Youth Brigade,
Don Cherry,
Underground Resistance,
The Standells,
Warsaw,
Index,
The Pop Group,
The Alarm Clocks,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Popol Vuh,
Eric Dolphy,
Boredoms,
Jeff Lynne,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Radiohead,
Amon Düül,
Letta Mbulu,
Oneida,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Gang of Four,
Freddie Wadling,
The Gun Club,
These Immortal Souls,
Shuggie Otis,
The Techniques,
The Slackers,
Crime,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Real Kids,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Television,
Desert Stars,
Avey Tare,
Circle Jerks,
Sex Pistols,
Intrusion,
The Pretty Things,
Newcleus,
Flamin' Groovies,
Robert Hood,
Marc Almond,
Von Mondo,
Rufus Thomas,
Cybotron,
Charles Mingus,
Lucky Dragons,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Idris Muhammad,
The Neon Judgement,
Sun City Girls,
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Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
John Cale,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Moss Icon,
Nas,
The Names,
Isaac Hayes, Isaac Hayes, Isaac Hayes, Isaac Hayes.
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.