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 United Kingdom and from Accra.
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 1962 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Terror Squad Feat. Camron to the techno kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Jerry's Kids. All the underground hits.
All Suburban Knight tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Moody Blues record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Black Pus record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Slick Rick,
Adolescents,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Index,
Quando Quango,
Underground Resistance,
Neil Young,
Mark Hollis,
Model 500,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Ponytail,
The Fugs,
Scrapy,
Monks,
Gerry Rafferty,
The New Christs,
X-102,
Todd Terry,
Sixth Finger,
AZ,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Von Mondo,
The Modern Lovers,
Neu!,
Kenny Larkin,
Electric Prunes,
Panda Bear,
The Music Machine,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Nils Olav,
DNA,
Aswad,
Guru Guru,
Amon Düül II,
Iggy Pop,
Wings,
Los Fastidios,
Sparks,
Gil Scott Heron,
Cal Tjader,
The Beau Brummels,
Little Man,
Vainqueur,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Con Funk Shun,
Alison Limerick,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Sex Pistols,
The Skatalites,
Spandau Ballet,
John Coltrane,
Talk Talk,
Ituana,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Count Five,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Walker Brothers,
The Standells,
Peter and Kerry, Peter and Kerry, Peter and Kerry, Peter and Kerry.
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.