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 Kosovo and from Portland.
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 1965 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 guitar 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 The Music Machine to the grunge kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Pantaleimon. All the underground hits.
All Hoover tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Wasted Youth 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a ABC record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Neon Judgement,
Cluster,
Con Funk Shun,
The Motions,
These Immortal Souls,
Spoonie Gee,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Roxette,
The American Breed,
Liliput,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Lungfish,
The Dead C,
Black Flag,
The Fire Engines,
The Pretty Things,
Toni Rubio,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
David Bowie,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Scratch Acid,
Suicide,
The Zeros,
the Slits,
Bobby Sherman,
The Happenings,
The Gories,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Gap Band,
ABBA,
Sugar Minott,
New Age Steppers,
Kerri Chandler,
Derrick Morgan,
Mantronix,
The Grass Roots,
The Flesh Eaters,
Stiv Bators,
Alton Ellis,
Maleditus Sound,
Oneida,
Underground Resistance,
The Names,
Aswad,
Q and Not U,
Minnie Riperton,
Essential Logic,
Andrew Hill,
Quando Quango,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Cramps,
The Velvet Underground,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Crispian St. Peters,
Little Man,
The Sound,
Ice-T,
Sandy B,
Jacob Miller,
Rekid,
Idris Muhammad,
The Martian, The Martian, The Martian, The Martian.
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.