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 Fiji and from Shanghai.
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 1968 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Country Teasers to the rap kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Lou Reed. All the underground hits.
All Metal Thangz tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Invisible 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Banda Bassotti record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Whodini,
Bobby Womack,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Gil Scott Heron,
Hardrive,
Goldenarms,
Sällskapet,
Audionom,
Organ,
Pole,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Maleditus Sound,
Pylon,
Das Ding,
Aural Exciters,
Accadde A,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Kayak,
Swans,
Alton Ellis,
T. Rex,
Crime,
Franke,
Grey Daturas,
The Dead C,
Gichy Dan,
Skaos,
Throbbing Gristle,
Deepchord,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Mummies,
The Beau Brummels,
Monolake,
The Searchers,
The Five Americans,
Inner City,
Radiopuhelimet,
Fluxion,
Ice-T,
Bootsy Collins,
Boredoms,
Fat Boys,
The Divine Comedy,
MDC,
John Cale,
Banda Bassotti,
Y Pants,
Kaleidoscope,
Marmalade,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Todd Terry,
Public Enemy,
Section 25,
Ken Boothe,
Frankie Knuckles,
Kerrie Biddell,
Dennis Brown,
The Doors,
Black Sheep,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz, Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz, Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz, Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz.
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.