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 Barbados and from Glasgow.
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 1962 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 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 Audionom to the grime 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 The Fall. All the underground hits.
All Boogie Down Productions 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 grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bob Dylan record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rekid,
James White and The Blacks,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Boz Scaggs,
Funky Four + One,
Peter & Gordon,
Bluetip,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Kevin Saunderson,
The New Christs,
X-Ray Spex,
Adolescents,
Fela Kuti,
the Association,
Guru Guru,
Oneida,
The Happenings,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Heaven 17,
Lindisfarne,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Red Krayola,
Lakeside,
Funkadelic,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Pop Group,
Fad Gadget,
The Blackbyrds,
Fluxion,
Pole,
Frankie Knuckles,
Godley & Creme,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Tears for Fears,
Sister Nancy,
Pantytec,
The Standells,
Joey Negro,
Soul Sonic Force,
Eyeless In Gaza,
the Fania All-Stars,
Oblivians,
Roxy Music,
Grey Daturas,
Moebius,
L. Decosne,
Rhythm & Sound,
Deepchord,
Outsiders,
Mo-Dettes,
Hot Snakes,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Essential Logic,
Vainqueur,
Harmonia,
kango's stein massive,
Y Pants,
The Fire Engines,
Pierre Henry,
Aural Exciters,
The Dirtbombs,
The Motions,
OOIOO,
Chrome, Chrome, Chrome, Chrome.
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.