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 Marshall Islands and from Lagos.
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 1968 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the theremin 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 Peter & Gordon to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 48th St. Collective. All the underground hits.
All The Mojo Men tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Hashim 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Easy Going record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Moss Icon,
Gil Scott Heron,
Donald Byrd,
Urselle,
Depeche Mode,
Black Moon,
Infiniti,
One Last Wish,
The Blackbyrds,
Tres Demented,
Audionom,
Dawn Penn,
Nico,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Eden Ahbez,
The Young Rascals,
Groovy Waters,
The Cure,
Skaos,
Accadde A,
Prince Buster,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Sixth Finger,
In Retrospect,
Lee Hazlewood,
Gang of Four,
The Leaves,
Man Eating Sloth,
Lindisfarne,
The Golliwogs,
Dark Day,
Lucky Dragons,
Minutemen,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Modern Lovers,
The Motions,
Quando Quango,
The Gap Band,
Bootsy Collins,
Aswad,
Max Romeo,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Alison Limerick,
Rotary Connection,
The Residents,
Anakelly,
Blossom Toes,
Ronan,
Electric Prunes,
Negative Approach,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Kevin Saunderson,
Warren Ellis,
Man Parrish,
New Order,
Barry Ungar,
Theoretical Girls,
the Sonics,
Althea and Donna,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Big Daddy Kane, Big Daddy Kane, Big Daddy Kane, Big Daddy Kane.
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.