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 Netherlands and from Lyon.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the harpsichord 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 The Moleskins to the dance kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Marc Almond. All the underground hits.
All The Trojans tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nico 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Neon Judgement,
Prince Buster,
Letta Mbulu,
Ornette Coleman,
Black Moon,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Warren Ellis,
Scrapy,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Arcadia,
Matthew Bourne,
Boz Scaggs,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Mandrill,
The Dirtbombs,
Rekid,
Jandek,
Kevin Saunderson,
Barclay James Harvest,
Wally Richardson,
Junior Murvin,
Buzzcocks,
Kerrie Biddell,
Aswad,
The Martian,
Monolake,
DNA,
The New Christs,
Pantytec,
Peter and Kerry,
DJ Sneak,
Aaron Thompson,
John Lydon,
Electric Prunes,
Technova,
The Tremeloes,
Delon & Dalcan,
Al Stewart,
Nils Olav,
Godley & Creme,
Slave,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Man Eating Sloth,
Flamin' Groovies,
Y Pants,
The Smiths,
Archie Shepp,
Bauhaus,
Michelle Simonal,
Henry Cow,
Porter Ricks,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Flash Fearless,
Rakim,
The Blackbyrds,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
E-Dancer,
R.M.O.,
Peter & Gordon,
Camberwell Now,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Gregory Isaacs,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Ultramagnetic MC's, Ultramagnetic MC's, Ultramagnetic MC's, Ultramagnetic MC's.
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.