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 Dominican Republic and from Taipei.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 snare 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 Crooked Eye to the jazz kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Byron Stingily. All the underground hits.
All Slick Rick tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Alphaville record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 spring reverb and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Leaves record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Q and Not U,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Pulsallama,
Robert Görl,
Gil Scott Heron,
Reuben Wilson,
The Shadows of Knight,
R.M.O.,
Rotary Connection,
The Sound,
DNA,
The Index,
Jacques Brel,
Ultimate Spinach,
Al Stewart,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Parry Music,
These Immortal Souls,
Von Mondo,
Erasure,
Con Funk Shun,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Bang On A Can,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
David Axelrod,
Desert Stars,
Ossler,
Lee Hazlewood,
Dawn Penn,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Smoke,
Mary Jane Girls,
Drive Like Jehu,
Scrapy,
Jeru the Damaja,
Nas,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Silicon Teens,
The Human League,
This Heat,
T. Rex,
Lakeside,
Excepter,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Skaos,
Brand Nubian,
Peter & Gordon,
Altered Images,
Gabor Szabo,
KRS-One,
Swans,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Marine Girls,
Kas Product,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Darondo,
Minny Pops,
Erykah Badu,
B.T. Express,
Surgeon, Surgeon, Surgeon, Surgeon.
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.