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 Mauritius 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 1968 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Fifty Foot Hose to the techno 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 Red Lorry Yellow Lorry. All the underground hits.
All Lebanon Hanover tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lizzy Mercier Descloux record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Au Pairs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Black Pus,
DJ Style,
Black Moon,
Jimmy McGriff,
Maleditus Sound,
Mantronix,
Scan 7,
These Immortal Souls,
KRS-One,
Pussy Galore,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Alton Ellis,
Fear,
Black Flag,
One Last Wish,
Ronnie Foster,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Stereo Dub,
the Sonics,
The Happenings,
The Knickerbockers,
The Litter,
D'Angelo,
Youth Brigade,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Liliput,
The New Christs,
The Selecter,
Junior Murvin,
Country Teasers,
Sexual Harrassment,
Blake Baxter,
Kas Product,
Joensuu 1685,
Bob Dylan,
Davy DMX,
Absolute Body Control,
Pharoah Sanders,
Jeff Lynne,
Fluxion,
Jerry's Kids,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
PIL,
Morten Harket,
Jeff Mills,
The Monks,
Moebius,
Eric Copeland,
Aswad,
The Dirtbombs,
Scratch Acid,
The Barracudas,
Clear Light,
K-Klass,
Sparks,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Bill Wells,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
London Community Gospel Choir, London Community Gospel Choir, London Community Gospel Choir, London Community Gospel Choir.
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.