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 Sweden and from Halifax.
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 1963 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Manila.
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 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 Surgeon to the grime kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Joe Smooth. All the underground hits.
All Man Eating Sloth tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every DNA 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tropical Tobacco record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
DJ Sneak,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Sound,
Aaron Thompson,
David Bowie,
Ralphi Rosario,
Franke,
Lakeside,
Deepchord,
Howard Jones,
kango's stein massive,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Gerry Rafferty,
Tomorrow,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Slick Rick,
Bang On A Can,
Jandek,
Intrusion,
Brass Construction,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Barracudas,
Maleditus Sound,
June Days,
Fad Gadget,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Mummies,
Royal Trux,
Deadbeat,
Freddie Wadling,
Mark Hollis,
Sunsets and Hearts,
UT,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Glambeats Corp.,
Terry Callier,
Todd Rundgren,
Jimmy McGriff,
World's Most,
The Move,
Cybotron,
The Gories,
A Certain Ratio,
Model 500,
The Slits,
Robert Görl,
Sexual Harrassment,
Q65,
Scion,
Loose Ends,
Groovy Waters,
Joe Smooth,
Mad Mike,
the Fania All-Stars,
Electric Light Orchestra,
the Swans,
Marine Girls,
The Leaves,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Laurel Aitken,
Alison Limerick,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Busters,
Letta Mbulu, Letta Mbulu, Letta Mbulu, Letta Mbulu.
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.