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 Ivory Coast and from Spokane.
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 1964 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 mellotron 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 Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic to the grime kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Icehouse. All the underground hits.
All Joey Negro tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gian Franco Pienzio record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 sitar and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a AZ record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eden Ahbez,
Camberwell Now,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
CMW,
Johnny Osbourne,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Avey Tare,
The Gap Band,
Chrome,
The Gun Club,
Pagans,
The Dirtbombs,
Bobby Byrd,
Grandmaster Flash,
Todd Terry,
Yazoo,
The Fire Engines,
Roxy Music,
Clear Light,
Laurel Aitken,
The Moody Blues,
Sexual Harrassment,
Tomorrow,
Hardrive,
Das Ding,
Nico,
Radiohead,
The Busters,
Von Mondo,
Mission of Burma,
Morten Harket,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Duran Duran,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Television Personalities,
Half Japanese,
Marvin Gaye,
Magma,
Man Parrish,
The Fugs,
The Happenings,
Bobby Sherman,
The Count Five,
Lalann,
Black Sheep,
The Searchers,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Ultimate Spinach,
Jandek,
Johnny Clarke,
The Sonics,
Soft Cell,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Parry Music,
Glambeats Corp.,
Flipper,
Television,
JFA,
Max Romeo,
Average White Band,
Vladislav Delay,
The Slits,
Letta Mbulu, Letta Mbulu, Letta Mbulu, Letta Mbulu.
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.