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 Portugal and from Columbus.
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 1969 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Sandy B to the grime kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Juan Atkins. All the underground hits.
All Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Wire record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 an organ and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mandrill,
kango's stein massive,
Pagans,
Nik Kershaw,
Alison Limerick,
Scion,
Metal Thangz,
Alphaville,
Tim Buckley,
Underground Resistance,
Sight & Sound,
Stetsasonic,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
John Cale,
Dawn Penn,
Graham Central Station,
Outsiders,
James White and The Blacks,
The Music Machine,
Dark Day,
Arab on Radar,
Funkadelic,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Gladiators,
X-Ray Spex,
Gerry Rafferty,
Stockholm Monsters,
Bizarre Inc.,
Television,
Negative Approach,
Vladislav Delay,
Connie Case,
Goldenarms,
Heaven 17,
DJ Style,
Frankie Knuckles,
Basic Channel,
Sly & The Family Stone,
DJ Sneak,
Colin Newman,
Black Moon,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Pulsallama,
Ludus,
Eric B and Rakim,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Marcia Griffiths,
Japan,
Newcleus,
Archie Shepp,
Altered Images,
Idris Muhammad,
Man Eating Sloth,
Bootsy Collins,
LL Cool J,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Mo-Dettes,
Essential Logic,
Pantaleimon,
Eric Copeland,
Matthew Halsall,
Crash Course in Science,
EPMD, EPMD, EPMD, EPMD.
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.