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 Comoros and from Mumbai.
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 1963 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Lyres to the crunk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Cameo. All the underground hits.
All Harmonia tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Quadrant 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Standells record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Doobie Brothers,
Joensuu 1685,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
CMW,
Main Source,
Byron Stingily,
Bronski Beat,
Marc Almond,
Make Up,
The Red Krayola,
Clear Light,
Second Layer,
The Human League,
the Human League,
Al Stewart,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Fall,
Stiv Bators,
Unwound,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Japan,
Guru Guru,
Depeche Mode,
Bobby Womack,
Tears for Fears,
The Happenings,
Slave,
The Wake,
B.T. Express,
Babytalk,
The Five Americans,
Don Cherry,
The New Christs,
Smog,
The Moleskins,
Stereo Dub,
Scientists,
The Dirtbombs,
Malaria!,
Max Romeo,
Boz Scaggs,
Sexual Harrassment,
Black Moon,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Hashim,
Country Teasers,
Joe Smooth,
Q and Not U,
Metal Thangz,
Aswad,
Jandek,
Moebius,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Kas Product,
Simply Red,
Ultra Naté,
The Cowsills,
The Music Machine,
Franke,
La Düsseldorf,
Infiniti,
Dual Sessions,
Carl Craig, Carl Craig, Carl Craig, Carl Craig.
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.