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 Grenada and from Copenhagen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia 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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 snare 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 Lakeside to the punk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Drive Like Jehu. All the underground hits.
All kango's stein massive tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every David Axelrod record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a U.S. Maple record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Gastr Del Sol,
Angry Samoans,
Reagan Youth,
Infiniti,
Japan,
The Barracudas,
Gichy Dan,
The J.B.'s,
Das Ding,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Quantec,
Khruangbin,
Idris Muhammad,
Girls At Our Best!,
Lou Reed,
Bob Dylan,
R.M.O.,
Minny Pops,
Marvin Gaye,
Kerri Chandler,
Symarip,
The Gories,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Minnie Riperton,
Crime,
The Five Americans,
Ronnie Foster,
Bronski Beat,
Aural Exciters,
Scan 7,
Aaron Thompson,
Stereo Dub,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Interpol,
Scratch Acid,
Harmonia,
Ken Boothe,
Sex Pistols,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Associates,
Mission of Burma,
Arab on Radar,
Junior Murvin,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Television,
Funkadelic,
John Coltrane,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Donald Byrd,
Sandy B,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
EPMD,
Colin Newman,
Lower 48,
Funky Four + One,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Spandau Ballet, Spandau Ballet, Spandau Ballet, Spandau Ballet.
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.