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 South Africa 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 1964 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 snare 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 Alarm Clocks to the grime 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 Cybotron. All the underground hits.
All The Fire Engines tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every New Order record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sandy B record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mo-Dettes,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Frankie Knuckles,
Byron Stingily,
Niagra,
The Dead C,
the Normal,
Masters at Work,
Goldenarms,
The Beau Brummels,
The Seeds,
Henry Cow,
New Age Steppers,
Kaleidoscope,
The Invisible,
The Black Dice,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Pantytec,
Danielle Patucci,
Intrusion,
Michelle Simonal,
The Barracudas,
the Germs,
Junior Murvin,
Sonic Youth,
Letta Mbulu,
The Human League,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Blackbyrds,
John Lydon,
Liliput,
Skriet,
The Zeros,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
F. McDonald,
The Mojo Men,
Wire,
Johnny Clarke,
Iggy Pop,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Young Rascals,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Bootsy Collins,
the Fania All-Stars,
Gang Gang Dance,
Lucky Dragons,
Sarah Menescal,
X-101,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Alison Limerick,
The Fugs,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Guru Guru,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Nick Fraelich,
Technova,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Das Ding,
Easy Going,
LL Cool J, LL Cool J, LL Cool J, LL Cool J.
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.