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 Austria and from Paris.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1960 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 rhodes 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 The Selecter to the rap kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Brick. All the underground hits.
All The Alarm Clocks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every K-Klass 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Sonics record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Misunderstood,
The Gladiators,
Bronski Beat,
Girls At Our Best!,
Model 500,
Young Marble Giants,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Remains,
Eric B and Rakim,
Junior Murvin,
Whodini,
Throbbing Gristle,
Sight & Sound,
The Electric Prunes,
Tres Demented,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Royal Trux,
Kerrie Biddell,
Grauzone,
Colin Newman,
Mad Mike,
Joey Negro,
Lou Reed,
Todd Terry,
Josef K,
Donny Hathaway,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Donald Byrd,
Frankie Knuckles,
Alton Ellis,
This Heat,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Metal Thangz,
Grey Daturas,
Nation of Ulysses,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Wally Richardson,
10cc,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Skaos,
Can,
Hot Snakes,
Make Up,
Adolescents,
Camberwell Now,
Circle Jerks,
Marmalade,
X-Ray Spex,
Carl Craig,
CMW,
Isaac Hayes,
Procol Harum,
U.S. Maple,
Pylon,
Mary Jane Girls,
Kerri Chandler,
Soulsonic Force, Soulsonic Force, Soulsonic Force, Soulsonic Force.
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.