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 Mauritius and from Beijing.
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 1965 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 arpeggiator 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 De La Soul & Jungle Brothers to the dance kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Neu!. All the underground hits.
All Red Lorry Yellow Lorry tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Leaves record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 linndrum and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Mandrill record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Organ,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Bauhaus,
The Trojans,
Loose Ends,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Yellowson,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Eric Copeland,
Gang Green,
Sound Behaviour,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Alarm Clocks,
Severed Heads,
Electric Prunes,
Joe Finger,
Pole,
Jesper Dahlback,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Dual Sessions,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Public Image Ltd.,
Dawn Penn,
Accadde A,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Gichy Dan,
Joey Negro,
Kool Moe Dee,
Mo-Dettes,
Los Fastidios,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Buzzcocks,
Glambeats Corp.,
Stiv Bators,
The Sonics,
Siglo XX,
Banda Bassotti,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Angry Samoans,
Sex Pistols,
Barry Ungar,
Jandek,
Kenny Larkin,
Talk Talk,
The Gun Club,
Dead Boys,
Camberwell Now,
Patti Smith,
Television Personalities,
Technova,
Al Stewart,
The Sound,
Moby Grape,
Dennis Brown,
Minnie Riperton,
Icehouse,
Sexual Harrassment,
Whodini,
Crash Course in Science,
Graham Central Station,
The Stooges,
Jerry's Kids,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme, Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme, Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme, Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme.
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.