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 Seychelles and from Woodstock.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 the Association to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Hasil Adkins. All the underground hits.
All Make Up tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Supertramp record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Interpol,
Pussy Galore,
Skaos,
Vainqueur,
Gregory Isaacs,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Scientists,
Slick Rick,
Quando Quango,
Cheater Slicks,
Tommy Roe,
The Red Krayola,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Tears for Fears,
The Mummies,
The United States of America,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Lower 48,
Excepter,
Girls At Our Best!,
Erykah Badu,
Wire,
Marvin Gaye,
The Neon Judgement,
Lalann,
Liliput,
Das Ding,
The Trojans,
Monks,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Malaria!,
Livin' Joy,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Slave,
Skriet,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Davy DMX,
The Slits,
Todd Terry,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Ornette Coleman,
The Wake,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Angels of Light,
Hasil Adkins,
Kurtis Blow,
Fluxion,
Cybotron,
Motorama,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
John Foxx,
The Remains,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Buckinghams,
The Electric Prunes,
Carl Craig,
Crime,
kango's stein massive,
The Raincoats, The Raincoats, The Raincoats, The Raincoats.
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.