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 United Kingdom and from Cairo.
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 1961 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 Michael McDonald 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 CMW to the grime kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Harpers Bizarre. All the underground hits.
All Black Moon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nick Fraelich record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Anthony Braxton record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
James White and The Blacks,
John Holt,
Whodini,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Zero Boys,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Laurel Aitken,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Nas,
Archie Shepp,
Peter and Kerry,
The Sound,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Durutti Column,
Althea and Donna,
Buzzcocks,
Pet Shop Boys,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Newcleus,
Lebanon Hanover,
Flipper,
Lower 48,
Agent Orange,
Anthony Braxton,
Technova,
Wally Richardson,
Susan Cadogan,
Nirvana,
Oblivians,
Rekid,
The Moleskins,
Gang of Four,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Slits,
The Busters,
Mark Hollis,
Lou Christie,
Tears for Fears,
Eric Copeland,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Amon Düül II,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Mantronix,
Smog,
Ituana,
The Invisible,
Angry Samoans,
Roxy Music,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Avey Tare,
Yaz,
Tropical Tobacco,
Silicon Teens,
Cluster,
Malaria!,
Joensuu 1685,
The Vogues,
Lindisfarne,
Minor Threat,
Marvin Gaye,
The Doobie Brothers, The Doobie Brothers, The Doobie Brothers, The Doobie Brothers.
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.