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 Macedonia and from Tokyo.
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 1967 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Hong Kong.
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 1975 at the first Throbbing Gristle practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the oboe 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 Zapp to the rock kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Rapeman. All the underground hits.
All Ronnie Foster tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every LL Cool J 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rapeman record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Gap Band,
Organ,
Angry Samoans,
The Residents,
Maleditus Sound,
Rhythm & Sound,
Girls At Our Best!,
Glenn Branca,
Ludus,
the Fania All-Stars,
Cymande,
Hot Snakes,
The Black Dice,
Wolf Eyes,
T. Rex,
Jacob Miller,
Banda Bassotti,
Procol Harum,
Sun City Girls,
Brand Nubian,
The Cowsills,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Man Eating Sloth,
Depeche Mode,
The Blackbyrds,
Iggy Pop,
China Crisis,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Agitation Free,
Mission of Burma,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Index,
Eurythmics,
Grey Daturas,
Black Bananas,
The Selecter,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Moleskins,
The Gun Club,
The Doobie Brothers,
Television Personalities,
Suburban Knight,
Heaven 17,
kango's stein massive,
Thee Headcoats,
Stereo Dub,
Camouflage,
Erykah Badu,
Deepchord,
LL Cool J,
Fad Gadget,
Mantronix,
Vainqueur,
Crooked Eye,
Ultimate Spinach,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
June Days,
Slick Rick,
Terrestrial Tones,
Pere Ubu,
The Grass Roots,
Drexciya, Drexciya, Drexciya, Drexciya.
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.