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 Kenya and from Glasgow.
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 1966 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 spring reverb 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 Rhythm & Sound to the rap 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 Fela Kuti. All the underground hits.
All The Real Kids tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Searchers 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Modern Lovers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bobbi Humphrey,
Half Japanese,
Toni Rubio,
The Fuzztones,
Boredoms,
Pagans,
Drive Like Jehu,
Roxette,
Hoover,
The Moleskins,
A Certain Ratio,
Albert Ayler,
The Real Kids,
The Selecter,
Banda Bassotti,
David Bowie,
The Associates,
The Walker Brothers,
Can,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Kerrie Biddell,
Q and Not U,
Cecil Taylor,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Donald Byrd,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Sight & Sound,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Grass Roots,
Brick,
Rakim,
Quadrant,
Chris & Cosey,
John Coltrane,
Siglo XX,
Graham Central Station,
Symarip,
Black Sheep,
Bill Near,
Henry Cow,
Angry Samoans,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
New Age Steppers,
Main Source,
Talk Talk,
The Residents,
Tubeway Army,
Gregory Isaacs,
Bluetip,
Cluster,
Hashim,
Visage,
Rosa Yemen,
New Order,
The Kinks,
Ludus,
Yazoo,
Jacob Miller,
JFA,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy, The Peanut Butter Conspiracy, The Peanut Butter Conspiracy, The Peanut Butter Conspiracy.
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.