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 Bangladesh and from Paris.
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 1961 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Seoul.
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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Fortunes to the rap kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Camberwell Now. All the underground hits.
All Selector Dub Narcotic tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Spandau Ballet record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a ABC record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Boogie Down Productions,
Flash Fearless,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Minnie Riperton,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Knickerbockers,
The Selecter,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Joe Smooth,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Visage,
Deepchord,
Monolake,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Bluetip,
Monks,
Robert Wyatt,
The Young Rascals,
Delta 5,
Lou Reed,
Quando Quango,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Yellowson,
Roy Ayers,
The Slits,
Bang On A Can,
The Dead C,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The New Christs,
Amon Düül II,
Black Sheep,
Neu!,
the Normal,
Desert Stars,
Groovy Waters,
Cymande,
The United States of America,
Ultravox,
Erykah Badu,
Silicon Teens,
The Barracudas,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Rites of Spring,
Excepter,
Mary Jane Girls,
John Lydon,
The Birthday Party,
Public Enemy,
MC5,
Smog,
PIL,
Yazoo,
Khruangbin,
Magazine,
Black Bananas,
Minny Pops,
Sonic Youth,
The Velvet Underground, The Velvet Underground, The Velvet Underground, The Velvet Underground.
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.