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 Afghanistan and from Bremen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 Paris and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 1975 at the first Throbbing Gristle practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Avey Tare to the grime 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 The Selecter. All the underground hits.
All Gregory Isaacs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Moleskins 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 a clarinet and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Chocolate Watch Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet 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?
The Residents,
The Star Department,
Black Bananas,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Funkadelic,
The Human League,
The Happenings,
The Offenders,
New Order,
Max Romeo,
The Moleskins,
James White and The Blacks,
UT,
Hot Snakes,
Underground Resistance,
New York Dolls,
Ten City,
Ultravox,
T.S.O.L.,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Lee Hazlewood,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Gastr Del Sol,
Bush Tetras,
Rekid,
Judy Mowatt,
Juan Atkins,
Nico,
Tres Demented,
Sixth Finger,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Beau Brummels,
Inner City,
Massinfluence,
Main Source,
the Normal,
Suburban Knight,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Invisible,
Sam Rivers,
The Cowsills,
Whodini,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Al Stewart,
Delon & Dalcan,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Roxy Music,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Newcleus,
Donald Byrd,
Mark Hollis,
Ronan,
Matthew Halsall,
Young Marble Giants,
Outsiders,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Das Ding,
Cecil Taylor,
Sexual Harrassment,
Television Personalities,
Davy DMX, Davy DMX, Davy DMX, Davy DMX.
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.