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 Lithuania and from Toronto.
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 1962 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Edmonton.
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 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 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 Roy Ayers to the disco kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 the Germs. All the underground hits.
All Curtis Mayfield tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every De La Soul & Jungle Brothers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Black Pus record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Mojo Men,
The Moleskins,
Derrick Morgan,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
E-Dancer,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Scan 7,
Sun Ra,
Fluxion,
Funkadelic,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Negative Approach,
kango's stein massive,
Carl Craig,
New Order,
Soul Sonic Force,
Henry Cow,
Angry Samoans,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Gories,
Silicon Teens,
Liliput,
Joe Finger,
Audionom,
The Young Rascals,
Frankie Knuckles,
Camberwell Now,
Aswad,
Chris & Cosey,
Minor Threat,
Television,
Connie Case,
The Star Department,
Tom Boy,
Heaven 17,
Pussy Galore,
Todd Rundgren,
The Fall,
Brothers Johnson,
Icehouse,
Sam Rivers,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Index,
Soul II Soul,
FM Einheit,
The Smiths,
B.T. Express,
The Real Kids,
Mary Jane Girls,
Boredoms,
Fatback Band,
The Black Dice,
The Pretty Things,
Ronan,
Oblivians,
Drexciya,
Joe Smooth,
MC5,
Schoolly D,
Todd Terry,
La Düsseldorf, La Düsseldorf, La Düsseldorf, La Düsseldorf.
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.