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 Bhutan and from Lille.
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 1964 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 rhodes 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 Sugar Minott to the crunk 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 Kayak. All the underground hits.
All Neu! tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sonic Youth 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sixth Finger record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
London Community Gospel Choir,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Infiniti,
The Associates,
Derrick May,
The Victims,
Technova,
Jimmy McGriff,
Nirvana,
Tommy Roe,
Reagan Youth,
Gang Starr,
Mr. Review,
Darondo,
The Gap Band,
Minnie Riperton,
Bizarre Inc.,
Harmonia,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Stockholm Monsters,
Dave Gahan,
Thee Headcoats,
Alton Ellis,
Oblivians,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Hasil Adkins,
Gastr Del Sol,
Lakeside,
Ituana,
In Retrospect,
The Tremeloes,
Neil Young,
Moss Icon,
Eli Mardock,
Pierre Henry,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Alice Coltrane,
The Gories,
Zapp,
Dorothy Ashby,
Skaos,
Rapeman,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Zeros,
Ornette Coleman,
Girls At Our Best!,
Surgeon,
Ronnie Foster,
Yusef Lateef,
Inner City,
The Buckinghams,
Man Parrish,
Joyce Sims,
Jacques Brel,
Sarah Menescal,
DJ Style,
Hoover,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Slackers,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Birthday Party,
X-Ray Spex,
ABBA, ABBA, ABBA, ABBA.
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.