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 Cameroon and from Tehran.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 1976 at the first Buzzcocks practice in a loft in Bolton.
I was working on the snare 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 Erykah Badu to the rock kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Motions. All the underground hits.
All Isaac Hayes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Seeds record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Anakelly,
Tomorrow,
Essential Logic,
Sonic Youth,
Mandrill,
Lakeside,
The Angels of Light,
Josef K,
Archie Shepp,
Cymande,
Niagra,
R.M.O.,
Wasted Youth,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Suburban Knight,
Marvin Gaye,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Newcleus,
Lalo Schifrin,
Crime,
The Alarm Clocks,
Rapeman,
The Detroit Cobras,
the Swans,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Cluster,
Index,
Intrusion,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Arcadia,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Cal Tjader,
Tim Buckley,
Trumans Water,
The Velvet Underground,
Marine Girls,
Rosa Yemen,
Alton Ellis,
Stiv Bators,
Talk Talk,
AZ,
Andrew Hill,
Matthew Bourne,
Kaleidoscope,
Eli Mardock,
Section 25,
Hardrive,
Heaven 17,
Bill Near,
Ituana,
Yusef Lateef,
Shoche,
Au Pairs,
The Blackbyrds,
Sexual Harrassment,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Brothers Johnson,
Tommy Roe,
James White and The Blacks, James White and The Blacks, James White and The Blacks, James White and The Blacks.
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.