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 Albania and from Sao Paulo.
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 1964 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 synthesizer 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 Lalann to the funk 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 Pretty Things. All the underground hits.
All Pulsallama tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mandrill 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Slave record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
LL Cool J,
Arab on Radar,
Kenny Larkin,
Roger Hodgson,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Wally Richardson,
Kool Moe Dee,
Marine Girls,
Amazonics,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Barracudas,
Subhumans,
Andrew Hill,
Lou Reed,
The Trojans,
The Buckinghams,
Organ,
The Leaves,
Sun Ra,
A Certain Ratio,
David Axelrod,
The Sonics,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Birthday Party,
T. Rex,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
MC5,
Masters at Work,
the Bar-Kays,
Boogie Down Productions,
Crispy Ambulance,
Kas Product,
Icehouse,
Sandy B,
Los Fastidios,
Soulsonic Force,
Bob Dylan,
The American Breed,
Lower 48,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Pagans,
Josef K,
Livin' Joy,
Isaac Hayes,
Grey Daturas,
The Martian,
Robert Görl,
The Selecter,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Liliput,
Pussy Galore,
The Zeros,
Jeff Lynne,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Monks,
Simply Red,
Make Up,
Ultra Naté,
Reagan Youth,
Junior Murvin,
Young Marble Giants,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family, Angels of Light & Akron/Family, Angels of Light & Akron/Family, Angels of Light & Akron/Family.
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.