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 Palau and from Madrid.
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 1967 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Joyce Sims 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 John Lydon. All the underground hits.
All Rhythm & Sound tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Soul II Soul record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Flash Fearless record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Maleditus Sound,
Joe Smooth,
Technova,
Gang of Four,
Eric B and Rakim,
Soft Cell,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Frankie Knuckles,
Johnny Osbourne,
A Flock of Seagulls,
John Holt,
Lalann,
Max Romeo,
Bill Near,
Albert Ayler,
Dark Day,
Darondo,
Popol Vuh,
Bobby Byrd,
Danielle Patucci,
Jerry's Kids,
The Durutti Column,
The Barracudas,
The Blackbyrds,
Tom Boy,
Letta Mbulu,
UT,
In Retrospect,
Mantronix,
Derrick Morgan,
Barrington Levy,
Anakelly,
Flamin' Groovies,
DNA,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Bauhaus,
Little Man,
Aural Exciters,
Eddi Front,
Easy Going,
Rosa Yemen,
Japan,
Skriet,
James White and The Blacks,
The Monks,
The Five Americans,
June of 44,
Kayak,
Lalo Schifrin,
Brothers Johnson,
The Kinks,
Public Image Ltd.,
Ice-T,
Fela Kuti,
La Düsseldorf,
Slave,
Tim Buckley,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
the Slits,
Bob Dylan,
Organ,
London Community Gospel Choir, London Community Gospel Choir, London Community Gospel Choir, London Community Gospel Choir.
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.