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 Syria and from Lyon.
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 1968 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 güiro 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 Robert Görl to the electroclash 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 Lizzy Mercier Descloux. All the underground hits.
All Sly & The Family Stone tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kenny Larkin record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Flesh Eaters record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
In Retrospect,
Sparks,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Kerri Chandler,
The Divine Comedy,
Stetsasonic,
The Doors,
Marmalade,
Barclay James Harvest,
Glambeats Corp.,
Bronski Beat,
John Foxx,
Q and Not U,
Stockholm Monsters,
Khruangbin,
The Fire Engines,
Suburban Knight,
Youth Brigade,
Girls At Our Best!,
Public Image Ltd.,
Outsiders,
Flipper,
Piero Umiliani,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Pole,
Derrick Morgan,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Rekid,
Interpol,
The Happenings,
Matthew Halsall,
Fear,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Accadde A,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Isaac Hayes,
Joy Division,
Darondo,
Joensuu 1685,
Janne Schatter,
Judy Mowatt,
The Misunderstood,
Bob Dylan,
Iggy Pop,
Television,
The Move,
Wings,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
New Age Steppers,
Barry Ungar,
Roy Ayers,
Sarah Menescal,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Prince Buster,
Faust,
Yusef Lateef,
Yaz,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Section 25,
Underground Resistance, Underground Resistance, Underground Resistance, Underground Resistance.
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.